Ryan turned ten years old today.
May 26th, 2002. I can vividly see that crying, wide-eyed perfect little bundle they placed on my chest. "There you are." I saw his perfect face clearly thru my tears; tears brought on by both the glorious agony of labor and delivery, and the unabashed joy of meeting him for the first time. He was remarkable. So beautiful that mere minutes after a hard delivery I heard myself say to Jonathan, "I can't wait to do this again."
That moment, his arrival onto this planet and into my arms, was ten years ago today. I remember it with more clarity than perhaps any other single moment in my life. Doesn't seem possible that a decade has passed.
He is, daily, a joy and delight. Sometimes his kindness and his insight make me tear up with the same emotion I had on that day he was born. That moment 10 years ago, I was a participant in the joy of his birth. Everyday since, I have had the joy of participating in the building of a man. I am so grateful for this young man of character that calls me Mom.
such a cute smile!
You made me cry, meanie.