My sweet Caid has survived his first year in a home suffused with pink, hostile to dirt and never without drama. A feat worth celebrating. Admittedly, I was reticent in my affection for boys (handsome actors notwithstanding) and their mud-speckled trucks, flaunting of flatulents and devotion to Sports Center. However, as it turns out, I have fallen head over heels for my tiniest man, Kincaid. Upon his arrival, a mere year ago, my thoughts were as such:
* Thank God that is over.
* Alas, he is another screamer. Sigh.
* Oh my goodness, he is so sweet and perfect and edible and beautiful.
* That’s it. I will never let him marry anyone.
* Wait, that is super creepy. I cannot become that mom.
* Okay, ostensibly, I will be the cool, normal mom but. . .
* Secretly, I will sabotage his dating relationships.
(I attribute this stream of consciousness to the Tylenol with Codeine.)
Since that inaugural day in Abington Hospital, he has become Eowyn’s apostle, Jason’s trophy and my weakness. The familial adoration heaped upon his tiny (10th percentile) shoulders is overwhelming and enviable. Liberal in laughter and benevolent with smiles, this dimpled, diminutive darling is my unfailing delight. Though dirty, destructive and dangerous just as I feared, Kincaid is the perfect (little) man. Happy Birthday Caid-bug. (yeah, I know. It’s emasculating.)
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So glad to be there when Caid entered the world! He is cuter today than ever. I am so blessed to be his "Nauners" and I pray this young man may be strong in the Lord and in the power of His might. I love you Caid and happy first year of life:)
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