March 21, 2014

4 Years

Its been 4 years.

That’s 35,000 hours. (Give or take)

1460 sunrises.

Roughly 31,449,600 breaths

since I became someone’s mom.

I thought having my first baby was the singular most life changing thing that had ever to me.  Then I did it again. And again.

Each child blows up your heart with more love than you thought was humanly possible.

It’s actually pretty supernatural.

But there is something about your first: The unknown, the newness, the naivety of the difficult task you have undertaken coupled with the inherent fear of messing things up.

The first look at a little person that grew inside you, that kicked and moved under your skin, that carved a place so big in your life before taking his first breath of air is nothing short of magic.

Tanner is my magic and tomorrow he turns four.


My sweet boy, the original thief of my heart, my teacher.

He is smart, sweet, empathetic, stubborn, methodical, imaginative, and better than I could have even imagined.


He turned a couple of crazy love-struck newlyweds into a family.


He makes us smile.

Tanner 18 months

He taught us how to be parents.

tube suit

He makes me laugh daily.



He is a kind and patient big brother.

Tanner 3

He’s exactly as sweet as he looks.

Tanner not edited

And I couldn’t be more proud to be his mom.

I’m not sure what is more terrifying, to become a mom for the first time or to watch your baby turn into a real person who needs you less and less each day. (I’ll let you know in a few years).

Either way he totally rocks my world and I want to scream from the rooftops how much I love this little person.



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