Five years ago today Joel & I were given the best gift of our lives. He was 13 days old, tiny, jumped at every noise, motion or bump.
I still can’t believe that his mother choose us to be his parents, that she gave him to us to raise and love, and that he is ours. We waited for him for 15 months, which felt like a lifetime, and when he finally came home it felt peacefully “right” (and I didn’t set him down for 5 seconds that whole first year because I couldn’t get enough of him).
It’s fitting that Cruz woke me up extra early today. The whole house was asleep when he yelled from his bed for me to come lay down with him and sing, “You Are My Sunshine” so that he could go back to sleep, haha. I started to doze before him and then he said very convincingly, “Let’s get up!” So we made cinnamon rolls. xxoo