at almost this very time, 
i was zipping up my bags.
your sweet dad helped me get ready,
blessed me, prayed with me, and drove me to the hospital.
it wasn’t like most drives.
it was a long, quiet, peaceful drive.
we were nervous, anxious, excited.
{and me– so ready to have your head out of my ribs}
we held hands, and drove up the central coast.
water on the left, vineyards on the right.
the weather was perfect,
the sun was inching its way through the clouds,
and there was the slightest whispering fog 
giving the hills such a pretty green hue.
 
you came at 1:06pm and you were perfect.
except for the cheer fetish you had for a few weeks…

 it was a great story: 
the boobs were a bit of a drag at first,
your neck was a little stiff for a while,
and as you got big you got into things

being a mom made me a little anxious at first,

if i ever even thought to complain, 
i would have lots of moms ready to hurt me severely.
the last 365 have been the best days i’ve lived.
happy birthday, little man.
we are lucky to get to keep you forever and ever.