I really cannot believe that my first born has turned 11. If I close my eyes I can smell the hospital and feel the warmth of holding his little swaddled body shortly after he was born. It had been one hell of a delivery. (I didn't know it at the time, but it would take three subsequent v-bacs before I would fully understand why I needed this c-section... that is another story.)
After he was born his eyes were wide open - very alert and ready to take in the world around him. He still has those wide eyes, but my little boy is growing up fast. Here are some sweet memories from today.