Sunday, March 6, 2011

It's Aden's party and I can cry if I want to

On the night you were born,
the moon smiled with such wonder
that the stars peeked in to see you
and the night wind whispered,
"Life will never the the same."

Because there had never been anyone like you...
ever in the world.

Tonight, I chose to read this book, "On the Night you Were Born"... bad choice. I cried the entire way through it.

Aden will be 2 years old in 4 hours and 28 minutes. 2 years ago I was in the hospital, all 160+ pounds of me, laying in a hospital bed, eating ice chips and feeling amazing (thanks to that damn epidural). I think by this time I had stopped studying (yeah, I studied in labor) and was either watching Ellen Degeneres stand up or The Sound of Music. Both really awesome and appropriate movies to watch in labor.

Today was my mans party! We just had a very very very small get together with my family, pippa and adriana, and Aden's godparents and their daughter Emily (who is a kick ass babysitter). We had ice cream cake from dairy queen (WIN) and it was the best decision I have ever made. Except we might have had a party foul when Lizzie was trying to cut the cake and a piece was launched at Aden and landed on the floor. Minor casualty.

First of all, my parents are amazing (I'm working on a post all about that) and they and the bartelt's bought Aden a SWING SET. Like an actual swing set with a slide and swings and a glide-y thing. I swear, the first thing my mom said when I got pregnant was "We are NOT getting a swing set!" I cannot even describe how grateful I am for that gift. Aden is going to have so much fun on that thing. And probably break some bones. Seriously. My family is awesome. (duh the Bartelt's are family)

Second of all, I have never had more fun with a child's toy in my life. I got Aden a powerwheel's tough talkin jeep. I cannot wait until it gets warmer so I can tear the sidewalk up. Seriously, I chose that one specifically so it could hold 130 pounds just so I could ride with Aden in it. Don't judge me.


As cliche as this is, I have never loved anyone like I do Aden. I mean the way I describe it is, you know when you have starburst, and the only flavors left are yellow and pink? I would give Aden the pink. I wouldn't even ask to go half-sies.

So here is a note to you Aden Joseph, from your mom:

You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You have changed my life in so many ways and I cannot thank you enough for that. One day you will think I am a big dork because I dance with my mouth open and because I still listen to Ludacris. You will want to walk half a mile in front of me so I don't embarrass you. But I want you to know that I will always be here. I will always support you. I will always love you. I will always protect you. I will always be your mom.

I am the person I am today because of you. And I am forever grateful to you for that.

I love you Aden Joseph. Happy 2nd birthday!
-Money (aka Mommy)

p.s. Thank you for smacking me in the head multiple times for day and throwing awful tantrums. One day I promise to get you back by showing embarrassing photos to all of your friends.

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