Emerson, You have brought us nothing but pure joy. From easy newborn to happy six-month-old to the giggliest one-year-old. We’ve never been able to tell if you’re laughing or crying because you seem to always be laughing even when you’re upset. You are the happiest child. I’ll never forget that first night with you in the hospital. It was around 4am and your dad was asleep on the couch and the nurse had just brought you to me to nurse you. It had been noisy and hectic all day, but right then it was silent. I was supposed to call her when I was done so I could get some sleep after a long day of labor, but instead I just held you for an hour and stared at your tiny little fuzzy head and bawled my eyes out. You were so adorable. Perfect. Healthy. I couldn’t believe I had a son.
I hope you’re always this joyful and easy to laugh. I picture us becoming good friends, having dorky inside jokes that only we get and laughing hysterically over game nights. I thank God for you Emerson. I’d have 1000 more miscarriages if it meant just one pregnancy ended up being perfect little you!
“December baby, you are mine.”
Song: Welcome by Waterdeep