You will always be Enough

In past blogs I have written that I love my son to death, but he isn't enough to curb my want for more children. Well, Friday night when I took him to the Monster Bash on post that all changed.

The bash was lame, but Wes and I had an absolute blast! I watched him play and run around and call me over to help him do stuff and I got lost in the moment. It hit me right there that Wes is more than enough! If he is the only child that we are able to have that will be more than okay. I have this amazing little life that depends on me and loves me and anyone who can't be happy with that is being blinded by something. I know I was! I so wanted another baby that I couldn't fully enjoy and get lost in moments with Wes without thinking to myself what if we had another little one running around. That is going to change! I at least have accomplished the one thing in life I have ALWAYS wanted; to have a child! So, to me that is more than enough. I am no longer going to think about future children until there is one growing in my belly! My focus is Wes and his happiness and ahhhhh that little boy melts my heart!! He is so smart, so very funny, so witty, and sooo fun! He is a blast!

He will be 3 on Nov. 6th and I want to bawl my eyes out!! Not because I am sad, but because I just look back from where he started, in my belly, and now to the amazing little boy he has become! I do think that I should have spent more time with him soaking up every little moment, but then I think about it, I always have. I can remember everything about the day he was born and I thank God for giving me a superb memory. I remember the tiny kicks, I remember the moment and the pain when I went into labor, I remember the moment they pulled him from my belly, I remember his first cry, I remember exactly what he looked like when I laid my eyes on him for the first time, he was absolutely gorgeous, the tremendous amount of pride I felt when I held him for the first time, going home with him, the way he fit perfectly in my arms every time I held him, I remember the sadness I felt because Chris missed out on so much, I remember my mother and sister always being there to do anything they could to help, I remember the way he used to drink his bottle so loud at church it echoed lmao, the smell of his baby breath (my most favorite smell EVER), how excited I was when he started crawling, then finally walking! I remember every hug, kiss, and "I love you," thank you so much God for Wes!


I could not imagine life without my poohz and I am so glad I got to meet you early in life because it means I can love you longer.

(just bawled my eyes out writing this! damn you fertility meds lol)