Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Wonder
I was talking to someone at work the other day and mentioned "my son." My son. Oh my God. What a beautiful, wondrous, amazing thing.
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- Barb
- Lots of trying, angst, sadness, pain and procedures mixed with the happiest marriage and most fulfilling life I could hope to have. Now, after 4 years of hoping and praying, our little man is here - delivered Jan. 4th, 2010. Disbelief, craziness and joy. This blog serves as my outlet and record of my daily life - whether it be infertility related or not.
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6 comments:
It is, isn't it? So glad you got the chance to feel that!
I have that same feeling about daughter. Actually, I still have it when I say husband too.
I know! I find myself saying "my little boy" because when I say "my son" I get goosebump.
That's a truly wonderful feeling!
Isn't it, though? You can't beat it.
:-)
Happens to me too. I love it, and we often say 'hey, we have a baby boy!' as if we'd forgotten.
:)
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