my sweet, little boy.

i have much to say and yet, i am at a loss for words. six years ago today i became a mother. the mother of a sweet, little, blue-eyed boy. the first time i held our baby boy i was overwhelmed by an intense feeling of belonging. of rightness. of being in just the right place at the right time and somehow, not being quite sure that i was really there. he just fit. from the moment i first heard him. the moment i first saw him in mw's arms. he fit. and though he has gotten bigger, much bigger, he still fits. just like he did when he was new. and i still have that feeling i had when i held him in my arms for the first time. that the reality of him -the softness, the smell- was so much better than the dream ever could have been. and i still marvel that he is mine. that i am his mother.