I can’t believe I ate the whole thing
11 years have almost passed since I had held my belly and cried wondering what could be in store for me to give birth to my first child. Small chicken he was-all 2lbs 14oz of him crying like crazy, big fuzzy yellow blond head with scrawny chest and spindle legs and arms. So guilty, so anxious but bathed in the complete perfection that was my son. My smoopy. My tiny little man. My adorable handsome doodle. My little chicken.
Now, at 11 years old I can’t believe that I am over 40, am a nurse, a mother to another kid and a wife of 20 years.
So, much like “I can’t believe I ate the whole thing…” I can’t believe our son is 11.