Monday, July 06, 2009
4 Years ago
Dylan was born. 4 years ago today I was in Boston, staying with our dear friends Andy and Lori just waiting. Waiting to become a mother. 4 years ago today, in Guatemala, a wonderful woman gave birth to the boy who would become my son. She has been on my mind a lot today. I wonder about her and how she is. I would love to reach out to her but my fear (and Marc's fear) is that we will hurt her by contacting her. I don't know. It's amazing how much has changed in 4 years. He's all boy now. No more infant, no more toddler - all boy. Running, jumping, playing. He's skinny because he'd rather play than eat (a skill Marc and I are trying to master). He loves to explore the world around him. He loves to be active. He's a great eater and a wonderful sleeper. He's still my baby and lets me hold him and rock him to sleep. These days I think it's more for me than for him. He talks up a storm and is becoming more independent. Today Marc and I are working a half a day, picking up Dylan from Camp and heading to the beach.