My baby boy turned TEN on Saturday.
It's a bit hard to believe. Sometimes it seems like only yesterday we got THE CALL to say there was a little baby boy waiting for us in Guatemala City (what an exotic place that seemed at the time). He waited and waited, sixteen months to be precise. We waited eleven months from the time we got the call to the day we first held him in our arms.
What a tiny little thing he was. More like a six month old than a sixteen month old. Everything was new to him and for us. What a huge adventure we've been on together these past eight and a half years!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, my gorgeous brave big boy. I wish for you a full life full of love and friends and wonderful experiences.