May 3, 2015
One week ago your Dad and I were preparing to head to the hospital to be induced for your birth. Twenty-six hours later, your Dad and I were in an operating room, and our waiting finally ended when we heard you cry for the first time.
April 27th is now my favorite day of the year.
Your middle name is David - after an incredible friend of your Dad's who we lost too soon; we'll be sure to tell you all about him as you grow up.
You're a tiny little thing - born at almost seven pounds, but holding steady now around six. You know our voices and give the most awesome judge-y faces when you're alert; I never knew a furrowed brow could look so adorable.
We've waited for you. Through ups and downs, triumphs and tears, your Dad and I have wished and prayed and hoped for you - and we've had you with us for almost a week.
Part of me still can't believe it's real.
Here's to all the love and laughter you've brought us already - and everything that lies ahead of us.
All my love,