Second best decision ever

11 years ago my husband and I met one of his cousins to go on a skiing trip. They brought their two-year old twin boys and 4-year-old girl – who was best buds with our 4-year-old girl.

Before that weekend we had decided that one kid was perfect for us.  We loved our baby girl. She fulfilled every paternal and maternal need we had.  We were a tight little unit of 3 and we were happy.

Then we went away and everything changed. I don’t know if it was the way the three siblings in the other family clung together, or if it was my husband telling funny stories about his sisters, or maybe it was the memory of how happy I was when my mother told me I was finally going to be a big sister at age 11. Whatever the trigger was, then and there we decided our little girl needed one other person in the world that would share part of her history.

One other person that could understand how frustrating her mother could be, or how nutty her father was, or why we have cake for breakfast on our birthdays. A partner. An ally. Someone who knew what the house that she grew up in smelled like on Saturday mornings. Someone she could be angry at and say mean things to and still be able to sit down to dinner with and laugh. Yep. We needed to have another baby.

I got pregnant a few weeks later.

10 years ago today, I woke up at 4am on a Saturday morning and went into labor. I was supposed to go pumpkin picking that day with my girl and one of my best friends who had come to visit. Instead, my husband and I left them to go to the hospital.

The weather was exactly like it is today, cold and crisp. We lived in Upstate New York and the leaves had changed late that year – so everything was shades of orange and red.

He came like a bullet – in about an hour once I started pushing. And like a bullet, there was some major damage afterwards (I’ll save that for another post).

Since then he’s been a whirl of energy, emotion, comedy and activity. He’s always moving. Even in his sleep he’s moving. He’s smart and quick and always late for something. He says things like,” I love my life.” and “I want to be a kid forever”. Then I go cry in a corner.

And he loves, no adores, his sister. Both are Scorpios, if you believe that sort of thing (I do), but on different ends of the spectrum. She’s easy to trust, warm, welcoming and ready for anything. He’s guarded, careful and likes his routines. Bookends of our family.  Our perfect unit of 4.

So Happy Birthday to our little man. We had no idea how much we really needed you.



8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. The Novice Gardener
    Oct 25, 2013 @ 07:33:59

    I’m a Scorpio, too, and guess what? Share the same birthdate with your son! Yes, it’s mine, too, today. Shh, you’re the only one in the blogosphere who knows. Not that it’s a secret, just didn’t think of sharing before, that’s all. Happy birthday to the young man! This one was the one whose finger got stuck in a soda can, right? Cool dude! 🙂


  2. coversaralea
    Oct 25, 2013 @ 10:14:08

    This was so sweet- and such a handsome kid!!! Happy Birthday!


  3. mbandjoe3
    Oct 25, 2013 @ 11:08:05

    So sweet!


  4. Ethel
    Oct 25, 2013 @ 17:19:26

    I just LOVE reading your blog ! You have such a Special way with words .. You draw the reader to want to read more ! JUST SAYING !


  5. naturallytrina
    Nov 05, 2013 @ 00:04:37

    Happy belated birthday to your son..such a cutie. I too have a Scorpio and his bday was Oct 27th.


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