One year ago today, our boy joined the team. Parts of his birth were traumatic for my heart and my body, and I am still healing. BUT — what I wasn’t prepared to experience was the deep satisfaction of GIVING to your baby (even if it means you suffer a little), or of having so fewer choices for myself that whatever I can choose is SO MUCH better than before, or when you haven’t *really* slept in a year, and you wake up very early to your baby’s little hand pressing on your face, staring at you, saying “adada”, and maybe drooling in your eye a little, and you fill with JOY. That all those things are possible feels like magic to me.
So, Happy Birthday to Minam, who loves walking, climbing on Watson, gravel, handing you things, unloading the refrigerator, and Daddy ❤️