Just one year ago we saw our little man's face for the first time. Holding him was surreal, to say the least. Looking at his strangely unfamiliar face, I thought his cheeks were plump and adorable. Such round little tufts of chub! Just moments before, I didn't know anything about him, and suddenly, I had a baby boy, with a little nose, skinny little legs and arms and the loudest, sweetest cry.
We named him Sebastian, and I love him more every day.
And oh that cry... It kept me up into and throughout the wee hours of the morning more times than I can count. Yet when I did get a few hours of uninterrupted rest, I would wake up and strain to hear him breathing in his crib. Being a new mom is a strange and often painful thing, but I wouldn't trade my little man for anything. He is perfect, and I can't imagine a better job.
So dear Sebastian, here's to eating blueberries, chasing each other from end to end of our apartment, learning to walk, reading stories, and snuggling a little each and every day. Mama loves you.
P.S. Seb's cheeks are still chubby. Cody thinks we should call him "cheek factory." I'm in hearty agreement.
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