Another day older

My so called baby, my first born, turned eight today.

I'm not really sure how that happened.

It feels like only a year or two ago that I was in a hospital room, pushing- pushing for hours- praying that he was going to be okay. 

I was only 32 weeks and 6 days into my first pregnancy.  I had been on full bed rest since my 15th week.  My mantra had become, just one more day...one more day.

After a day and half of labor, he arrived.  I barely caught a glimpse of him before he was rushed to the NICU.

Within one week, I was bringing him home.

And today...today was a perfect day.  He raced downstairs to open he presents first thing in the morning.  He brought homemade cupcakes for his class to enjoy- the report was that the were the best they'd ever had.

He spent the afternoon assembling his new lego sets.

So happy birth day, eight years later. 

"Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body."  Elizabeth Stone