Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never to part, baby of mine.
i don't remember exactly what i was doing at this time 10 years ago, probably sleeping. today is the day the boy, my baby was born. after the fiasco birth we enjoyed w/ the girl (and the emergency c-section that resulted) we opted for a scheduled c-section w/ the boy. he was born at 11:21 a.m. today, which is also my favorite grandma's bday. we told her in the spring that we were having another baby, she was excited, but she died before he was born.
today the boy enters double digits. where have the last 10 years gone? yesterday he was getting his first kiss from my beagle (who's been buried in the backyard for a few yrs now).
he is such an enigma at times. as a baby/toddler he was very shy. he stuck close to me and the hubs, didn't really like strangers, didn't really like other people holding him (unlike the girl who would go to anyone). now they have completely changed places. the boy is, on the surface, extroverted. he is friendly and social and caring. he thinks about other people. he is thoughtful.
but underneath? he still plays things close to the chest. he does not complain, he does not spill his guts about what's on his mind, at least not all at once. although, oddly enough, he's not good at keeping a secret. he is loving and cuddly and also quick to anger and hard.
his artistic abilities amaze me and make me jealous. he has such raw talent. he is tenacious, obsessive even. he has a one track mind. he throws himself wholeheartedly into things. he is funny and thrives on praise and admiration.
i love him so, this little baby boy that stole my heart.