There is not much in this world sweeter than an exhausted little boy, just one year old, sleeping happily in your lap after his first birthday party. It was so wonderful to have our family and friends there, to share our beautiful children with them, and to see everyone. Though being a hostess took some planning and work, it was really, really fun to do it in our new house. I may not have done it with as much panache, style, or beautiful details as two of my sister-in-laws could (those two women amaze me), but I think it went rather well. I mostly just wanted to celebrate our beautiful boy. I woke up before he did this morning, and just watched him sleep, remembering a year ago today, when my labor started, and our joyous homebirth began. It was such an experience, beyond words, to have Sprout born at home, with Hero holding my hand and supporting me, with my mother there to see him born, with Pearl able to come in and meet her brother moments after he came out of me. When I am old and grey and senile, I will remember that night. Happy Birthday, little guy. I love you.
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
RANDOM ENTRY
all words � ME, 2005.