filed it away forever.
Baby D, I remember that day in the hospital when you were placed in my arms and I looked at you and thought "WOW, your daddy and I did it! We got you here and you are now part of our world." That day I vowed to do everything in my power to protect you. To keep you safe.
I wanted to remember that day forever. That smell of the hospital room. The sweet baby smell of your head when they put you in my arms. The way you made little tiny baby noises. It is still so vivid to me and I can close my eyes and be back to that place where you were so tiny and didn't know anything about the world yet.
The journey to get here was a long, painful, and often times full of tears but we made it. The three of us have done it together.
I love you, Baby D, and am so proud of you. So proud to call you my son and to be your mama. You are growing up so quickly and it kills me. I wish you could be little forever. You are so sweet and so loving and at the same time all boy. You are moving so quickly, too, and often times I grab you when you are on the move because I want a snuggle. I want a baby hug. You do it willingly then are off again. These past 9 months have brought so much joy to me and your daddy and one day I hope you look back on pictures and read journal entries and realize what love and happiness you bring to us each and every day.
Happy 9 month birthday, sweet Baby D!
I love you precious boy.