I like dates. Not nights out, but actual dates on the calendar. Dates are significant because they hold moments that are significant.
I could list a multitude of dates that are significant to me, and they may or may not be significant to you. To name a few, just for fun…
January 6, every year.
March 2, 2005.
August 4, 2010.
February 28, 2011.
March 4, 2011.
October 19, 2011.
April 19, 2012.
May 20, 2014.
October 19, 2014.
January 8, 2016.
April 6, 2019.
Recently, I added a new significant date to my list.
October 1, 2020.
On this date, I became a mother.
Some may argue that I was already a mother, as I was carrying and giving life to the unborn baby inside of me. However, I did not feel like a mother then, so I didn’t really consider myself such. But at 10:33pm on October 1st, there was no denying that I was a mother.
A tiny (ha) nine-pound-eight-ounce human was placed in my arms, and my life was forever changed.
This may shock many, but I did not instantly fall in love. It was not a powerfully overwhelming and unforgettable moment. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember the feelings of the moment all that well. Except…
Maybe more on that another time.
Today, 7 weeks and 2 days later, I am happy to report that I do have an overwhelming love for this now 13+ pound (but still tiny) human.
Annie is the sunshine of my life.
She has rearranged my schedule, my priorities, my outlook on life – just to name a few things. She is my whole world.
And I’d have it no other way.