One year later

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.