It's been one year. Twelve months. Fifty-two weeks. And yet some days I am still in awe of the thought that I am somebody's mama.
I remember that last summer I felt like I knew what was ahead. I knew that Mason would be mine and that I would love him. I was as prepared as a person can be when their life is on the verge of irreversible change.
But while we think in generalities, we live in detail. At this time one year ago, I was well into what would be a 42-hour labor...some of the most physically and emotionally trying hours of my life thus far. Finally, after countless twists and turns and broken dreams and tears and prayers, I heard my son's cries for the first time, and I couldn't help but laugh with joy and relief. He was here.
And he was perfect.
And I realized today that it's really too bad that Savage Garden song is so corny, because those are some damn good lyrics.
I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life
There's just no rhyme or reason
only this sense of completion
and in your eyes
I see the missing pieces I'm searching for
I think I found my way home
Happy 1st birthday to my sweet boy. You were worth everything, and I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.
