Thankful

I decided to join in on the "festivities" this year and take part in the Month of Thankfulness on good ol' Facebook.
I started a little late, but I made sure my first post covered the missed days. Whatever.
As the days went by I forgot about the daily posts and went about my business changing diapers and soaking up every, single baby smile I could. Mainly because I knew THE day was coming. Yesterday. The day before Thanksgiving. The day I went back to work. 

I cried all night Tuesday. I rocked my sweet, sleeping baby and stared at his perfect little face while tears streamed down mine. He smiled in his sleep and my heart nearly exploded from the over-cramming of love. It was magnificent.
Wednesday morning, I cried all the way to my In-Laws' house. 

Then I arrived at work. I don't know what I expected. Balloons? Streamers? Hundreds of people standing in neat, orderly lines begging to see pictures of (who I consider to be) the most incredible baby on earth? Everyone was happy to see me, some people did ask to see pictures. A few people had to politely endure me showing them all 400 snap shots on my phone. But, something was different (other than my new, MUCH smaller office). Something didn't feel the same. It took a couple of hours before I realized it was ME. I was different. 

The Littlest Buddy has changed my life, my sense of purpose. Since he arrived nothing else is quite as important as it used to be. He is number one. The head honcho. My time is no longer divided fairly among friends and family. He gets it all, every bit of it. My body is different, it grew a human and brought him into this world. My body feeds that baby every meal, every day. I am usually a hot mess if I'm not going anywhere that day. I have stretchmarks and weird sagging skin on my tummy. Hell, even my belly button is different. 

But these changes all pale in comparison to the changes inside of me. My heart sings a new song. The song of an incredibly lucky woman who has two amazing men in her life. Her husband and their son.

My Facebook Post yesterday:

Day 21: I am thankful for every sleepless night, every stretchmark, every curl that has gone untamed. I am thankful for washing and folding (what seems like) 200 blankets everyday. I am thankful for the heartbroken tears I shed when I left for work this morning. Because without our Littlest Buddy, none of those things would be possible. I am more thankful this year than I have ever been before. That little smushy, personality filled face is the light of our lives. We couldn't breathe without that baby!! 

Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. I hope all of you have more to be thankful for than you can count :)