After college my family went to the vet because my dog was going to be put down. Awful, just awful. This was the only dog I ever had growing up (since I was 9) and losing her was obviously incredibly heart breaking for us. We said our goodbyes and then got in the car to take a long 10 hour drive to pick up my brother from Kanakuk. (a camp we both grew up going to and working at) We stopped about half way there (in the middle of no-where) at a gas station and the only thing they were serving for lunch was sloppy joes.
I was sitting in a gas station in the middle of no where sobbing over a sloppy joe.
It was a low moment.
Not near the lowest…but a low.
Now years later we sort of laugh about it. About the Oklahoma sloppy joes and crying over them.
Well Friday night I was sobbing over eggrolls and cookies looking through pictures of Aiden for his birthday post.
Over frozen grocery store spring rolls because my baby is growing before my eyes. It’s happening.
And while I am soaking in every second.
Smelling every scent, tasting every taste….there is not a thing I can do but enjoy the ride- because it’s all passing me by.
Crying because so much love, so much change, so many memories- just in three years.
So much emotion just bubbling over in my soul.
My first born.
So much learning and self discovery happened.
Aiden has spent some portion of almost every single night curled up next to Chris and I while he sleeps.
I have watched every first.
I have cheered with him and cried with him.
I have laughed till I couldn’t breathe.
I have stared into those big beautiful light blue eyes and gotten lost day after day.
I have cried down the church hallways as I dropped him off for Sunday school and cheered like I won the lottery when he went in the big potty for the first time.
I have stared at him sleeping countless nights and rocked him to sleep any night he’d let me.
I have watched him blossom and change.
All of this and more in just three years.
Aiden, on Thursday you turn three- I could not be more proud that you are mine.