I hadn’t planned on writing anything out for Porter’s birthday which is so abnormal for me and just goes to show you how out of the blogging game I am. It’s fine. Instead of sitting down to write something for readers, I sat and held him after his nap. I believe I chose correctly. Right now, he’s engulfed with Mickey Mouse Clubhouse so I have a few minutes.
Porter turns TWO today.
Which means two years ago, I was having a baby. I’ve blocked out large parts of that day (getting older is dumb) but the takeaways were this:
- I became a mom of three, something I’d wanted for quite some time.
- My two oldest kids looked like GIANTS.
- The nine (verylong) months of severe nausea came to an abrupt end and I suddenly wanted all.the.food.
- And perhaps the most magical aspect – I delivered a baby on the exact same day, in the exact same hospital as my sister. Her daughter, Charlie Ruth shares a birthday with Porter.
Porter is a JOY! He IS a two-year old so that means he’s into everything but his demeanor is precious and sweet. He cuddles. He cries out of sympathy when one of the other children cries. He’s a moose…he stomps loudly and knocks down things in his path. He was (is) the perfect addition to our family.
I’m often asked if our family is complete. The answer – “Gosh, I hope not.” I’ve loved every bit of it so far.