My little baby boy isn't a baby anymore. He's nearly as tall as I am. Okay, maybe he's still got about 6 inches to go, but he'll be there soon enough. I still remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. The first glimpse I got of him was when the doctor held him up over the curtain before handing him off to the nurses. She said "Here he is!" I looked up and hanging over my head was a little pink butt. After they cleaned him up and swaddled him, the nurses gave him to Chris. He brought Brandon over to me as they were stitching my stomach back up and then I got to see his little pudgy face. Much cuter than a butt (thank goodness). He was quickly taken away to the NICU due to breathing problems and I didn't get to see him again until the evening of the next day because I couldn't get out of the bed into a wheelchair and they wouldn't bring him into our room yet. It was hard being apart from him for so long. But when I finally got wheeled down to the nursery, they put him in my arms, and I haven't let go since.
We love you, B. You're a great kid. Happy Birthday.