Seven years ago tomorrow. Cliche alert, but: how? Cue sobs, weeping, overwhelming love, and intense nostalgia.
January 20, 2005
3:15 am
Samuel Whitman
7 lbs 9 oz
6 days early (and not a dwarf)
“And we are put on earth … That we may learn to bear the beams of love.”
– William Blake
1. You look WORLDS better immediately postpartum than I ever, ever did!
2. Avery had that same sweater Grace is wearing … and Amelia wears it now.
3. Happy Birthday Whit and Whit’s mama.
Grace’s embrace slays me.
So dear… and synchronistically resonant to the picture I put up yesterday along with my latest post. Happy Happy for Whit, you and all new moms as they become so.
Yeah, I’m with Meredith: 100% better than I looked post-partum! Think big, puffy face brought on by massive water retention the last two weeks. I adore that photos of Grace and Whit!
Oh my goodness. Grace’s hug is just too much. What a picture of love. Happy Birthday to you and Whit.
Oh, made me tear!
Happy Birthday to Whit! Both pictures are precious.
Happy birthday! That embrace picture is amazing, not just the darling hug between siblings, but the curve of your neck and arm, holding it all together. Those early moments are so astounding. And I’ll join the chorus, you look radiant.
We’re coming up on seven here too. And it surprises me more than I can say.
Wow! I think that cliches are part of parenting as we watch our children grow and try to figure out why it happens so fast.
Happy birthday, Whit.