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The Saturday before Easter, Your brothers were outside in their pj's happily hunting the eggs we had all dyed the night before when I felt the first pain. As they got stronger and more insistent, I warned them that we may not be able to attend all of the things we had planned for that day.

We left for the parade, but there was no where close by to park. I was a little worried about getting too far from the car, but we were going to have to park blocks away for the parade and festivities. I latched on to my BFF's hubby and asked if he'd stick by us (he went into the "woman having a baby" mode and I had to convince him to calm down). He made me call your Dad at work --just to make him anxious, I guess. We watched the parade, ate ice cream, did the community egg hunt and then I took your brothers to some Chinese food. I knew by the pains, you'd be here by the end of the day.
I tried to rest the remainder of the afternoon, but I was far too excited. When Daddy got home, he insisted we head to the hospital. I insisted on walking, so we trudged through the desert arroyo behind the house and walked up to the hospital-- stopping every few minutes to breathe through the pains.

At 11 pm, you came rolling into our lives and we've never been the same.

Yesterday when I was explaining how we used the class list to decide who was your friend, after every name you said, "yes". The woman replied, "Oh, he IS popular with the kids", but I explained that it's not that. It's that you love everyone. You love the shy girl, you love the bully, you love the silly kid. You genuinely accept kids as they are.You have been one of my greatest joys .

Your smile lights up the room and your laugh reaches into the grumpiest of hearts. Children love you and adults wish they had one like you.

Thank you for picking me to be your Mum.
I love you big guy.

Happy Birthday!!!