Happy Birthday to my biggest guy, Logan!!!

 

 

I’m the mom of an 8-year-old!!!

I could start this post talking about how on this day eight years ago, Chris and I drove  to the hospital at 6 a.m. to welcome our guy into the world. I could reminisce about waiting twelve hours that day until he was born. I could tell you about on that same night, once we had all turned in, how I lay by him-I in the bed and he in the bassinet next to me  just looking at each other in the quiet of the hospital room. I might remember reading to him while rocking him in the old rocking chair; I could tell you about cuddling up with him on the couch to steal a few moments of rest; I could describe his first smile, laugh, kiss, step, run, jump, pedal…his first preschool backpack…kindergarten morning…first -grade stride…

But gosh, I think my heart might not be able to handle the emotion that would come with along with all of those fond, fond moments that blessed our days over the last eight years.

My heart may never be able to handle the emotion that comes with reminiscing the years gone by as I watch my children grow right before my eyes. I try to avoid these things, but then again, it is a special treat to reminisce. Please, won’t you reminisce a little with me? We collected just eight shots of our big guy to pull at our heart strings and place a warm smile on our lips…

Oh my word, I love that guy!! We recently had a few mornings to ourselves while Eli enjoyed his first experience, ever, at Vacation Bible School. I actually got to hold hands with Logan and I couldn’t believe how big his hand felt in mine. And, not only that, but he practically reaches my shoulder when he stands by me.

Can he possibly know the love I have for him? I was in my thoughts last night at work and began wondering at what stage of his life will he be old enough to begin to understand my love for him? Will it take him until he grows up with kids of his own? Does he already know? Has my mothering him been a great enough indicator of my love? Could he just know? Sometimes he asks me why I’m crying and all I can tell him is that  moms cry and it’s because we love our kids. What must a child think when their mom cries and they are told its because of love?

It’s an untouchable emotion. A gift only felt by the heart of a mother and there are no words to describe it-if no words, then maybe just by actions-tears, hugs, cheek kisses, a hair tousle. I often still smell his  hair when I hug him. Just a weird mom thing I guess…

Anyway, I said I wouldn’t talk about it! I told myself I would simply post the photos, enjoy them, and be done with it! And, now look what I’ve done! I need to go get some Kleenex…excuse me…

Happy 8th Birthday to our Logan with crazy love!

Love you, love you, love you!