I remember the day Joshua was born like it was yesterday. I don’t know how two years could fly by so quickly. I remember waking up and being so excited that I could barely contain myself.
I was about to be a Mom.
I checked his bedroom one last time before we left for the hospital, because I wanted it to be perfect for him. The letters were hung above his crib.
I was scheduled to be induced, so it was sort of perfect for me. I was able to shower and prepare. I am the kind of person that likes to have everything “set”. I even had time to shave my legs.
Everything went so smoothly. We went in at 7:00 in the morning, and at 7:14 at night my Joshie was born. I was so in love. I could not get over how tiny he was. I could not stop staring at him. I watched as they weighed and measured him. I got to hold him first.
He was just so tiny. So tiny. He was mine.
Now I was finally able to tell everyone his name. I had been keeping it a secret until after he was born. The truth is that I didn’t even know which name I would choose until just a few days before. Choosing a name was tough.
I remember my family coming. So many people were there for him that day. Everyone wanted to meet my little guy. I was so proud. I was so grateful for everyone’s support. I really needed them there. I felt so loved. I loved seeing everyone’s faces as they met Josh for the first time.
I didn’t sleep that entire first night. Not one bit. I felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility for Josh. I could not take my eyes off of him. I couldn’t believe he was mine. I was on top of the world.
I have never been the same since that day. He made me an even better person.
He is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
So, I will admit it now. He’s two. He really is two now…