I fell asleep with Owen last night. I truly needed the sleep. I woke a couple of times but was able to go back to sleep. When we woke he asked for church and chocolate milk. My dude knows his schedule. I said, in just a minute, truly needing to get myself going. I then asked him if he knew what today was. I said, “it’s your b” making the B sound but not saying the word. He said, “birthday”. I said, “do you know how to say happy birthday in German”. He said it. Do you know how to say it in French, I went on. He asked for chocolate milk in French, I’ll take it. He said, “phone” and I got my phone. He said, “happy birthday in Arabic”. We spent another ten minutes asking Siri how to say happy birthday in every language with a combination of “I want banana and chocolate milk please”. My heart is full. All week I’ve been telling him his birthday was today and he would scream or say no. And I get it, he needed to process it. In my mind I was thinking wait until you’re fifty and how much you’ll want to scream. But he was excited about his birthday even if it was those ten minutes with me I’m thrilled. The day he was born was the best day of my life. When they wheeled me from the operating room I kept telling everyone I saw I had a baby. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. My world changed that day and from that day forward my sweet baby O has been proving it over and over how amazing he is. His birthday has always been emotional for me and I tell myself this is my day. Today I shout it from the rooftops again, Happy Birthday, Owen. Mommy loves you with all my heart and I am thankful. Never give up on the miracles yet to come. They will happen and tomorrow is a brand new day. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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