10 today. The big 1-0. Like mothers everywhere, I look at my baby boy and wonder where the time went. Still, in that face is my sweet baby that wouldn't sleep unless snuggled in my arms. The toddler with his love of rocks. The preschooler whose life revolved around Thomas the Tank Engine and who would carefully make the ASL sign for G when telling people his name. "It's G. G for Gunnar." The child who has been so full of insight, creativity, and love. Who looks into people's eyes and seems to read their souls. The boy who fought so hard to conquer dyslexia so he could read, and whose pen draws the most amazing creations. The future filmmaker/architect/photographer/daddy.
I'm overwhelmed by him every day. Happy birthday, my little man. Welcome to double digits.
p.s. Sorry for my disappearance for the last few days. Some yucky virus knocked me right on my keister. I'll try to be back in the saddle. Thanks so much for all the happy wishes on our future babe. I'm so glad to be able to share it with all of you.