Happy Birthday, Teddy!
My little boy is four. FOUR.
Maybe I'll think of something profound to say later (probably not). For now, I'm just enjoying my happy, wonderful, compassionate, smart little boy.
I remember exactly what I was doing this day 4 years ago. I was working at EMS, under the supervision of the self-proclaimed "mother hen". And she wouldn't let me go early, or even as soon as we closed the store (but still had to fluff and fold) because it was the holiday season. Motherhen my a$$! Boy was I ticked off. Even though my presence in the waiting room at NWH wouldn't have helped you whatsoever, but I really wanted to be there.
I remember when we finally got on the phone and you told me Its a Boy (even though we knew it before), I broke down in tears. I was so happy for you. I was so excited to have this little being in my life. I was so excited to be able to watch you raise him, learning from you, knowing just how present you intended to be as a mother.
You've never let me down.
Happy birthday Teddy. Congratulations Mommy!
|Date:||December 23rd, 2008 09:27 pm (UTC)|| |
You have always been there for me, always been such a reassuring, optimistic presence in my life. And I can't ever thank you enough for making sure that Peter and I were eating something other than pizza during Teddy's first few months.
(Think of it -- how would Teddy have turned out if Peter had been responsible for feeding me? Could I have had the Nurs That Ate Manhattan on Slim Jims and frozen burritos?)
Thank you for being in my life, and in Teddy's. He's mighty lucky to have his AC/OC!