Three years ago today marked the final day of my childhood. Reflecting back on these few years makes me see just how much our world has changed. Michael and I have both become very different people ( and trust me, it's for the better ). We've grown up and grown together. The journey was far from smooth sailing, but it's been the most amazing time.
I think I'm just as nervous today as I was 3 years ago. In 2007, I was anxiously awaiting the next morning, when my labor would be induced and our first born son would be welcomed into this world. Today, I'm dreading tomorrow morning, when my first born son turns 3. I don't know why, but 3 is a big number for me. I feel that it marks the end of his being a baby. I know that our future holds even greater adventures for us, but I'm sad to see my baby becoming such a big boy.
He changed us. He gave our lives meaning and filled our hearts with a love so strong it hurts. In the past three years, we have worked harder than we ever will again. We've built a family and a home. I think back to the carefree days before Hayden and I feel empty. None of it matters. None of those "fun times" compare to the fun I've had since becoming a mom.
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