5:40pm on the 19th of August, seven years ago today: and my world changed completely when this little boy entered into it.
Today is Conor's birth day. Every year, amidst the presents, the celebrating and the busy-ness, I remember the moments that made up his entry into the world. The steady da-dump of his heart beat on the monitor, the willingness of the staff to give me one last try, and all of us working together to bring him into the world. Then finally, the relief of having him there on my chest: safely delivered.
Every year brings a new stage of development and the backdrop of an annual event makes Conor's growth and progress more noticeable. This year he adultly chose to open his cards first, reading the messages inside aloud to us all. The best bit was that he sat comfortably with our messages: even reading them aloud, he was comfortable in how much he is loved. Without prompting he happily went about hugging each person who had given him a gift. And the big set of Roald Dahl books were as exclaimed over as the new tractor.
Seven years. We celebrated Conor's birthday partly by going to riding lessons as usual, and once there had a special ride out on the road, a new experience for Conor. Rugged up against the cold and drizzle, we all clip-clopped along happily, talking and enjoying the freedom of being out on the trail. Back home, dinner was made into a simple family party, shared together.
Happy birthday my beautiful boy!