My Boundless Joy

Dear Son,

It was last week that you reached out for me for the first time . . . September 5th, one day after you turned five months old. We were at your Grandpa's house - and I was telling both of them how I thought you'd be reaching out for me for the first time soon . . . . your Grandma Toni was holding you, and I just reached out my hands to you and told her to watch - what you did next will be burned into my memory forever now: You bounced up and down like you'd never beens so happy, and outstretched your hands to me. I wanted to melt into the floor - this . . . this . . . warmth just flooded my entire body as I took you into my arms and heard you make an exclamation of satisfaction and happiness. It was a great moment Son.
Several days later, I'd taken you to your greatgrandmothers for her 72nd birthday . . . . (I find it odd even as I type this that she will probably never in her lifetime sit in front of a computer to read these words). You were sitting in your Grandma's lap and as I walked by, I saw you from the corner of my eye - just leap up and reach out for me. And thats when I knew for sure . . . that recognition, . . . . I knew in that instant that first time handn't been a fluke.

You know I'm your mom.

And you're happy because of it.