Each baby changes a family, but the first one is amazing. It's not like no one has ever had a baby before, but when the first grandchild comes along, it just seems like it. That's what happened when Justin was born. He was a cute and happy baby and everyone adored him...my whole family delighted in holding him, playing with him, talking about him to anyone who would listen.
Having a baby changed me and Don too. We went from being a couple to having a little family of our own. Everything seemed sort of magical to me...(well, not the sleepless nights or diapers, but everything else!)...almost like I got to live my childhood over again, but better. There were kittens to laugh at, swings to swing on, round fat pumpkins to pat, and Christmas lights, filled with wonder, as I saw them all through Justin's eyes. And I loved falling into the world of children's storybooks.


I love being a Mom. And I love you, Justin...Happy Birthday son!
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...and, just to get in on the story, that you went into labor for Justin in the Prien Lake Mall, talking to me, while I was working at the fine jewelry counter at Montgomery Ward's.
And yes, we were sick, sick people, so in love with one tiny baby, every milestone (he can play peek a boo! he's a genius - he knows the color red!) so important.
I know! But it was so much fun ("he can walk and he's not even 9 months old yet!")
And yes, my water broke right there in MW.
Cute post - makes me excited for motherhood! :)
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