If you'd like to read the post I wrote about that beautiful, beautiful birth, please go HERE.
I just reread it and it made me remember what an amazing day that was. Gibson being born with his father, his grandmother, his aunties in attendance. And of course, a very fine midwife. I have been to quite a few births and Gibson's may have been the sweetest I've ever witnessed and I'm not just saying that because he is my grandson. It was absolutely astounding and quick and perfect.
I am going to go help Lily to get ready for Gibson's party in a little while. It's so hard to believe that he's already a year old, that boy. Walking and cracking jokes in his own Gibson language, curious and smiling and cuddling and flirting, and as with all children, it is nearly impossible to believe that there was a time when he wasn't here with us, part of our family. With each child it seems as if another piece of the puzzle of the whole has been found.
Or at least, that's how it always seems to me.
Well. It is a cool day day in North Florida and the wisteria is starting to go a little crazy and it is spring and one year ago today the planet got another passenger, something which happens every minute of every day and a miracle every time, not unlike the coming of spring.
Happy Birthday, Gibson Monroe Hartmann. We are so glad you came to us. We are so glad you are here. It's been a year. And what a year it's been.
All my love...Your Mer-Mer