Could it really be five years since I urged Josh to wait a while to go to the old brick hospital? Since we loaded the taxi and were driven by a very nervous driver? Since we walked the long courtyard of the hospital grounds to the maternity ward? Could it really have been five years since I first felt "that feeling" of becoming a mother?
I suppose it has been five years for, before me today, stands a bright, loving, quirky little boy who captures my heart every day by just "being Jake." In the many ways I am blessed...he is one of the greatest!
It has been a good day...simply observing him quietly. Appreciating him deeply. Why quietly, you ask? Well...the thing is...Jake thinks his birthday is Friday (the day of his party). I know, I know...we are mean; but right now time is of the essence and he hasn't learned the calendar yet...so I figure we are safe. Words cannot convey his excitement at turning five! A whole handful!
I love you too, Jake!