A New Adventure

Since Dale and I found out we were pregnant for the very first time in our lives we knew we were having a boy.  We already had his name picked and we already had dreams of how he would be in this life.  A little man that would love being outgoing and playing sports.  Of course, these are just the dreams we had for him.  We knew it was best to let him lead the way.

We've had so many firsts.  First teeth, first blow out diapers, first cries, first time breastfeeding, etc. This was the first time I called myself a mommy and loved the sound of it.  This life is the one I dreamt of when I was a little girl.  I dreamt of having a boy who was funny, laughed a lot, was a great little athlete, and loved others as much as he could.  I can proudly say he has helped me live those dreams.  Five years of a dream come true.

Next month he will turn five.  Next fall he will go to preschool.  He recently started t-ball.  I had to miss the first practice, but I was there in spirit.  It was probably best because I probably would have cried through it all anyway.  Like I choked through singing Happy Birthday to him at his third birthday party.

His life is flying by and all I can do is hang on and try to remember the most I can out of it.  I find myself staring at his profile as he is watching tv and becoming overwhelmed with how old he is starting to look, how tall he is becoming.  Then he farts or belches and it creates a smile through my teary eyes.  His smile still blows me away and seeing him happy makes me beyond happy.

So, when we went to his second t-ball practice I was fully there with camera in hand.  The joy on his face and what I felt in my heart was beyond measure.  And you better believe the whole dang family was there to support this little guy.  He doesn't know how lucky he is. 

 He already has someone that can't wait to follow in his footsteps.

I have a feeling we will be spending A LOT of time at the ball field!