birthday

tomorrow my tiny will be one.
My reflections are...well, I am still fatter than I think I should be one year postpartum but at least I am getting skinnier and will hopefully never be pregnant thus whaleish again.
knock on wood
he is much bigger than I ever thought he would be at one year old, however not crawling, thus he is still tiny
Not that that will change when he does crawl, but anyway...
i love him more than I ever imagined possible. never saw myself with three boys. wish I could afford to have six, they are all so amazing.
funny how the middle looks and acts just like me yet loves papa the most at times it seems. guess that makes him the most like me now that i think about it.
i think tiny loves me more than anyone in the world. the way he gazes at me and begs for my attention when i walk into the room is only second to his father
smile
he has my eyes.
and my fat legs? somehow they are cuter on him
and today, i am wrought with deep anxiety anticipating the memories of what was yet to come, a year ago tomorrow.
i love being mama more than anything else in the world.
put that in your book