You changed me.

From the first “positive” test to seeing the first heart beat to feeling the first kick.

As you grew so did I.

All 10lbs and 21 ½ inches of you came into my world two-weeks early and right on time.

I thought I knew what I was in for.

No lavish baby shower, or library book, or advice from experienced mothers could prepare me for what you would do to me.

How you would wreck my idea of motherhood and perfection. Jon Eric in diaper and boots

You changed everything.

My body, my heart, my life.

And you were just what I needed.

Today I celebrate that day and every. single. day. since.

Today I celebrate you, my firstborn.

Perfectly wonderful you.

Happy 20th Birthday, Jon Erichead shot.
“The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.” Thomas Merton

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2 Responses to Wrecked

  1. Glenda Gibbs Phillips April 16, 2014 at 11:09 am #

    Stacy, thank you for your words about your first born. Knowing me, you must realize I found myself laughing and then crying tears of joy and remembrance only a Mother could have.

  2. Eric Averette April 16, 2014 at 11:02 am #

    Good words. 🙂