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December
25, 2004
Day three.
And it's my son's birthday. He's 24 years old as i
type this at 8:20 a.m. - exactly his birth
time.
Where have all those years gone?
i was so proud of myself, the day i gave birth to
him. And i am so proud of him now. He's
eccentric, and smart and parties too much - and even
occasionally listens to his mom. Well actually
listens to Himself more - which i'm sure is how it's
supposed to go in the male world.
i very nearly called him Noel because of it being
Christmas day, but wisely listened to his father. It
would have been just too cutesy.
He was the single most important thing i had ever done -
and i had done it well. i was healthy, i had
the most amazingly fast and drug free birth, and only mere
hours later i was hollering at the nurses (nicely!) to
bring me my baby.
And then two years later i did it again, for my
daughter. i cannot describe how much i loved holding
them in my arms.
i loved being pregnant, and i wanted a third - but that
decision was taken away from me. Their father got a
vasectomy, and not many years later i had a doctor-ordered
hysterectomy. (Wherein the answer to why i lost my
first pregnancy and nearly these two at exactly the
2-month stage, was revealed.)
But i have my two treasures, and now i've been blessed
with Himself's daughter and i consider her my third
treasure.
And they will descend upon our food-laden house in a few
hours and it will be good.
And now i need to go 'cause there's a naked black man
afoot. Heh!
A brief synopsis of the history of Christmas
- interesting.
And the wee tree - it looks better at night with the
lights, however my camera skills aren't that great
yet. *sigh*
The new guestbook
... HINT!
And a comments
section - heh.
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