"Nine years ago yesterday, Aunt Chrissy and I traveled to the wilds of Indiana to pick up my two and a half pound bundle of joy. I knew the very moment I held that little creature in my arms that my life would never be the same. I looked deeply into his eyes, took a deep breath, and said: "I. Am. Your. Mommie." We drove home, with Stewey sleeping peacefully in his Aunt Chrissy's arms (I think I even made her sit in the back seat for safety purposes!), and then I spent the rest of the night watching my new baby snore happily away in his playpen. He was potty trained the next morning, learned to fetch a ball the next afternoon, and fully in love with his huge basket of fluffy toys by the end of the day. What can I say? Those first several months were sheer bliss and I would not trade one moment of the last 3,285 days for anything in this world."
"I couldn't have been picked up by that nice pediatrician and his wife from Cincinnati?"
Hard to believe it, but it's true. Stewey and I celebrated nine years of being.....us.....yesterday. I snuggled him every chance I got and he did his level best not to pee on the drapes. All in all, a very good day.