One year ago today, we met our son for the very first time. I've not experienced the actual process of birthing a child, but I can't imagine that my experience felt that much different (minus the labor pains, contractions, pushing, etc. - which I didn't mind forgoing!). Our son was presented to us: scared, pale, not knowing how to speak [our language], and very unsure of the whole situation. And we each held him in our arms, with a sense of awe and wonder.As I do everyday, I thanked God this morning for allowing us to be William's parents. I kissed his forehead and told him I love him before heading off to work. This afternoon I'll arrive home and he'll probably run out to meet me in the garage like he does most days. He'll open the car door and give me a hug. And I imagine I might hug him a little tighter & a little longer, thinking of that first hug we shared 2 years ago today.
Read my one year reflection HERE.
Read our original post HERE.
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