2 years ago, sometime not longer after 2:41 pm, I lay in a hospital bed just looking at my wrinkled up, pissed off looking baby. He maintained that pissed off look for quite some time. My sister says it's because he was not finished cooking and was not ready to come out. But thanks to the military and a thing called transfer...Cole had to enter this world just a bit ahead of schedule. Anyway, back to what I was saying. I looked at him and wondered if he knew what he was in for. And he looked at me probably wondering if I knew what I was in for? Regardless of what each of us were thinking that hot afternoon in Texas we've done just fine.
On this day (a hot day in NY) I sang Happy Birthday to him and helped him blow out his candles. Today I looked at him and wondered if he knows how much I love him. Today I looked at him and thanked God for this perfect, healthy child.
2 years have flown by...but oh what a joy they have been.
Happy 2nd Birthday Coley Oley! Momma, Daddy, & Bubba love you so much.
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