Birth Days

Birthdays are different once you have children.

They're not birthdays so much as they are birth days.

Tomorrow is Ezra's birth day.  And when I think back on it, I'm filled with so much joy.  At this point last year I was already in the hospital, and had been for about 18 hours.  Delivering Ezra was one of the hardest things I've done in my life.  For sure the hardest physical thing.  But I love to think back on it.  And retell the story.  Because while it was LONG and difficult, it's a fairy tale.  It has a super awesome happy ending.  A miracle happened that day because I - little ordinary me - brought life into this world.  I created a human in my body, grew and cared for him, and birthed him.  He doesn't know it, but it's as much my story as it is his.  For years and years we'll celebrate his amazing little life on November 11.  But every year I know I'll look back on that day with awe over what transpired from Saturday night to Monday morning.  My triumph.  My miracle.  My sweet Ezra.

I'm blown away that it's been a year.  From this brand new bundle...

To this big boy with so much personality.

Walking, talking, and making himself known in this palace of boys.  So much has changed in the last year, and so little has changed.

Oh how I love and hate birthdays :)