Son Shine

Steve likes to grumble that William has replaced him as the most important man in my life. Anyone who has spent time with me in the last 3 1/2 months knows how much I gush about my baby boy. I adore his smile, his coos, his cuddles. I have enjoyed his infancy in a way that makes me want to have a house full of babies. But here's the thing: I love girls. Within minutes of finding out that Caroline was a girl, I was at Gymboree buying the pink-est, flowery-est dress I could find. I spent the rest of my pregnancy day-dreaming about tutus, tea parties, and wedding dress shopping. I can't wait for all the wonderful mother-daughter moments we have ahead of us, both big and small.

When we lived in Colorado, two of my very dear friends had boys, and I always thought they must secretly be a bit disappointed not to have a girl. I just didn't think the relationship between a mother and a son could be as special as the relationship between a mother and a daughter. I didn't get it. But now, thanks to this guy, I do.

I fell instantly, hopelessly in love with William the minute he was born. I love him extra because he is a boy. I probably could have lived the rest of my life without trains and t-ball, but I couldn't live without this boy, this son. Isn't it amazing how God knows exactly what we need?

P.S. - I was so excited to find this onesie from the Gap, because I tell William he's "my main man" about a million times a day. :)