Jon Maxwell came bursting into our lives. five pounds, twelve ounces, nineteen inches long, and five weeks and two days before his due date. He was greeted by his mom, dad, nana, aunt kenz, and his team of NICU doctors and nurses. A few minutes later, Grandpa Jon arrived from Seattle. We called him "tiny" until we chose his name a day and a half later. I refused to name my baby until I could hold him. This day changed us forever. I became a mother. Danny became a dad. He became ours. We became a family.
Thank you baby Max for the beautiful blessing you have been to us each day for the last year. I love you more than words can express. Thank you for making me your mama, for the tears and many laughs that come along with the job. You, my little guy, are my world, my everything. You have redefined my life in the best most beautiful way. I hope I can help you define yours. One year down, eternity to go. Happy Birthday little bug.
[more to come on the first birthday festivities]
