How many is four?

Four years ago today, I lived through an amazing, life-changing event. My son, Noah came skidding into the world at 7:18 p.m., weighing in at 9 lbs., 11 oz.














Over the next few days and weeks, I lived the words of John Mellencamp's song, Between a Laugh and a Tear: "I know there's a balance, I see it when I swing past."

But four years has taken the edge off the harshest memories of sleep deprivation and insecurity and left that hazy image of a beautiful babe happy to be cuddled in his Mama's arms.





















I know all kids grow and change, but he still manages to surprise me when he learns something new or moves on to a new stage. I remember how, at bedtime or naptime, he would cry and beg me to stay. Now, when I ask if I can stay and cuddle he says, "It's okay, Mama. You go nap on the couch. It's more comfy."

My boy is growing up. I suppose I'd better, too.











Happy Birthday, pumpkin.