Cedric's Happy Day!

Two years ago today I waddled down a hall at Missouri Baptist Hospital, hopped (in my imagination it was quite gracefull) onto an operating table and in what seemed like no time, my baby boy was out of my tummy in my arms. I'll never forget Dr Maupin's caliber remark, "OMG, he looks like he's 2 months old! Oh and he's so cute." Oh Dr Maupin, I will forever love you for your recognition of my son's beauty and your adeptness with a stitching needle. Here we are with Cedric on his Birth Day. Yes we look so happy its almost cheesey but deep down we're thinking "What have we gotten ourselves into?"



As it turns out, we've gotten ourselves into experiencing the kind of love you can have for a person its almost painful and the kind of joy you can have that's so powerful it makes you tear up.

We gave him a bike for his birthday and he loves it. We took turns pushing him around the house singing "Happy Birthday" to him as he requested, which was often. Later when I was making dinner, I could hear him singing to himself while sitting on his bike. He couldn't quite say happy birthday, it came out as "happy day Cedric." My heart just melted...

Here he is on his bike.




Saturday is his proper birthday party and I promise when I post about that I'll leave out the parental gushiness and talk about Cedric's growth and development.