You are my wild child. My tiny firecracker. My little twin flame. It’s the matching of our energy that sometimes makes me feel breathless, though it might also be the cardio I earn chasing you around.
And, tomorrow, you are two.
Fourteen years ago, you made me a mom. You’re the first boy I ever loved. And I’m so proud of you.
While the ball dropped and fireworks sparkled, our calendars rolled over from 2023 to 2024 and the inevitable question was raised: What’s your New Year’s Resolution? I’ve joked a bit that my only resolution is not to get pregnant again, and fortunately I’ve already taken care of that courtesy of an IUD I had inserted… Continue reading another non-resolution year
