bittersweet birthday...

my youngest is 3 today.

my youngest has never been 3.

i've always had another baby in my arms by the time the other was 2 1/2.

this is new territory.

scary territory.

good territory...

right?

because it doesn't always feel that way.

oh , we aren't having more.

as the dr. said  those parts are spit on, burned, stomped on, cut and tied.

but it is surreal to be walking through a baby aisle and not need anything.

well, except diapers and wipes, because he's stubborn ;).

i feel bittersweet about giving all those babyness goods the pink slip.

they were loved, abused, thrown up on,

and truly a part of my home decor for a decade.

i know the decision to stop having babies was necessary for us.

still it aches a little.

happy birthday my baby boy.

the littlest monkey,

my elmo, mickey, orange loving boy.

God Bless,

Mandy