It was 6:07 in the morning. I heard rhythmic whining. I pulled my eye lids apart and strained my eyes to look at the monitor by my bed. Josiah was sleep whimpering, head still down on his mattress.
In my head I told myself, "good! He isn't up yet. You probably have at least a half hour more of sleep".
For the next fifty minutes I was sprawled out across the bed using Adam's pillow as he had gotten up to work out. Yes, my husband gets up every morning to work out. No, I don't get up with him. Don't judge me! I have plans of re-joining him (meaning I actually have done it before) and have been waiting for the "proper" timing...meaning, Josiah had to be out of his waking up at night because he is excited he can walk phase. This phase has ended...I am preparing myself mentally and physically for the 5:30 AM workouts...soon it will happen:)
I was woken up again by loud crying mixed with loud EEEEE noises and laughing. After looking at the monitor, I realized it was time to start the day as Josiah was standing up in his crib. This is always the sign that sleep is over.
Approximately four minutes later Adam walked into the bedroom holding Josiah who was chirping. Adam said, "Look! It is Momma girl" and Josiah did a dive for my face to give me one of his sweet, wet kisses. I cuddled him at my side and said "let's nap sweet boy". He laid still cuddling with me for a blissful fifteen seconds and then sat up and started grabbing my lips...the day had began. After that it was breakfast, changing pants, cleaning throw up, saying good bye to Daddy, and then Josiah and me for the rest of the day.
It is a good day.
Josiah is happy. He is walking around, nearly running everywhere. He is opening cupboards, climbing on anything and everything, and attacking me every few minutes with his huge bear hugs.
Last year today was a different morning than this morning. This day last year after waking up and Adam leaving, my water broke...or leaked actually. It began the terribly long process of Josiah's birth. It is so weird that at this time last year I didn't know my baby. I knew I had a baby in my tummy. I knew he would be a precious, a marvelous blessing, but I didn't know him.
I didn't know that he would be terribly strong and arch his back, so his tummy nearly touches the ceiling of the car, when he is put in his car seat one too many times.
I didn't know he would have the most contagious, belly laugh I have ever heard.
I didn't know he would roll his tongue for the fun of it or make a "trilling" noise in the back of his throat when really mad.
I didn't know he would adore kisses and hugs and affection.
I didn't know he would love smoothies just like his Daddy.
I didn't know he would be born with the longest, most adorable, out of control, curly hair I had every seen an infant have.
I didn't know this little baby boy that is so precious. This year is much different. This weekend we won't be at the hospital. We will be at home with friends and family, all wearing jungle animal birthday hats celebrating the birth of a very special little boy.
I am so glad you were born Josiah. You have blessed me more than I could have imagined. I love you more than I thought possible. I am so excited to see your little personality grow over the years to come! You are my gift from God!
Love,
Your Momma Girl
