I am having a hard time with this one - 19 - yes, 10+9 - almost 2 decades ago, I gave birth to one cute little peanut. You know the joy of the first child - everything is new and exciting; you have no idea how much incredibly awful pain you will be in during labor; you have no idea what words like 'crowning', 'dilated', and 'after birth' really mean or what they involve; you have no clue that you will never get another full night's sleep again for something like 10 years. . . ahhh, the joys of motherhood. Would not trade it for anything!
The minute I held this little guy in my arms, I was totally and completely in love. Nothing in life can prepare you for this moment. No one can fully explain how much joy a child can give you and at the same time how much they can break your heart when they have grown up and no longer need you.
This is where I'm at right now. Torn between wanting to plan his life, because really people, I KNOW BETTER, and wanting to let him make his own choices, even if some of them are
He has a heart of gold, a will of iron, and a smile to melt my heart.
Happy 19th Birthday to my firstborn son - Tyler Jordan Hoffman. Dan and I are so proud of him, and I know that somewhere on eternity's side Kevin is thinking of him too (and probably hoping he will shave off that Amish beard). Forgive me - I have to lighten this up or I will fall into a major depression.