Twelve mo's ago today, i was very, uh, LARGE with child. very large. so large in fact that strangers on the street actually thought i was having twins, triplets even. but no, it was just you my love, roasting in my belly, getting good and plump. and what a little plump angel you were. you have grown from this:
in what seems like a flash, and i know you will be 18 and out of the house before i know it. Twelve months ago, i began a journey-- motherhood -- that billions before me have taken, yet incredibly, feels fresh, unique, and like it is mine alone to journey. there is an old chinese proverb that says: There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.
there is also the understanding "that [people] who fear becoming [parents] don't understand that parenting is not something perfect men do, but something that perfects the man. The end product of child raising is not the child but the parent." (Frank
Pittman, Man Enough)
and so, satine, i enter this journey with you. the next 18 years -- 35 -- 50... until hopefully you have your own children, and we will both look back upon this enriched journey of living with gratitude. i for one, already, am filled with such deep-seated joy and awe at the gift of you, that i am silenced by its command.
Happy Birthday Satiney!
you are the light and joy of my life!
many many many blessings for you today and always~