#fbf: nine years

So … #fbf. Is that a thing? You know what I’m referring to, right? No, not Facebook friend. Flashback Friday … you follow? Well, for your benefit I looked it up and sure enough, Urban Dictionary says it’s a thing so there you have it. Who says you don’t learn anything new on Friday?! Pfft.

Earlier this week, I was trying to recall which day it was this week that I learned I was expecting Connor. It turns out I was two days ahead of schedule because I’m a project manager by trade and that’s just how I roll. It was actually nine years ago today (June 6, 2005).

I was searching through my archives to find the little journal I’d kept while I was pregnant. When I found it, I read my first entry and couldn’t help but giggle at my naiveté. It was sweet to think about 25-year-old, er 20-year-old, me finding out she was expecting. As an aside, I told Connor about it last night and he asked how you find out you’re pregnant. Let’s just say that our conversation ended up with a question about the number of lines being equal to how many babies are in your belly. Oops.

Anyway, it was fun to reminisce; to go back and read about how I was feeling and how excited and nervous I was to figure out this ‘mom thing.’ I’d closed that first entry noting that this little peanut (as I’d referred to him at the time) might be my Valentine’s baby. Little did I know at the time that he certainly would (for now and forever) become my little Valentine.

I dropped off my little peanut this morning for his last full day of second grade and got a bit emotional as I thanked his teacher. I didn’t start off emotional but when he shared how great he thinks my son is and how impressed he’s been with his growth this year, I couldn’t help it. Don’t judge me.

Nine years that I’ve been connected to this now little man and almost third grader. What is even crazier to consider is that in nine more he’ll be heading into his senior year. If you thought it was inappropriate for my eyes to water this morning, just you wait until I have to consider his graduation.

nine years in the making.

nine years in the making.

 

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