Happy First, G-Dog

I sit here and am at a loss for words. Which is odd, because normally I can't shut up.
But it is hard to articulate what Grant has brought to this family.

I felt like I had everything when we had Aid. I had no idea that you could love someone else as much as I loved him. When we were pregnant with Grant, I was scared. Scared to death. How was it going to be possible to love another person as much as I loved Aid? Was there really that much room in my heart? Did I have any more to give? I worried the entire pregnancy. I worried about juggling needs, time, affection. I felt guilty for wanting a girl. I worried about everything.

And then Grant came into this world. And boy did he have to work for it. He was upside down and stuck. They practically suctioned off his little head trying to get him out, not realizing he wasn't in the right position. Then the doctor noticed a little indent on his chest. Doctors and nurses swooped in and my world stopped. I couldn't breath watching them fuss over him, not knowing if something was wrong. In that moment I realized that there was more then enough room to love this little person just as fiercely as I loved his brother.

Grant is my force of nature. He is headstrong. Vocal. Communicative. Strong. Determined. And so cute he just melts your heart when he gives you his little crooked grin. We all adore him.

There was really nothing to worry about little man.

Happy Birthday.