Today, is my Pookah Bear Baby’s Birthday.
He is now four.
I remember the day he was born like yesterday. My water broke in Ross and I grabbed a towel off the shelf and walked up to the cash register to pay for it. I came home, cleaned up, cleaned the house, waited for my parents and brother to get there, ATE my Popeye’s chicken and then headed to the hospital( 6 hours later). It was the night before Thanksgiving. Pookah didn’t want to come out and with a mother’s and a Labor and Delivery Nurse’s intuition, I knew that he wasn’t going to come out in the conventional way. What I didn’t expect was for it to be an all out emergency, running down the hall STAT delivery. My goodness!
He was so precious. And I was in love at first cry.
Now, four years later I am still in love with my precious baby. His belly laugh, his dimple in the left cheek, his obsession with monster trucks and cars. His absolute love of pepperoni pizza, his obsession with cheese, and his willingness to cuddle with me at anytime.
Where did the time go?
So today, Happy Birthday to my Pookah Bear Baby. I can’t wait to see the adventures of your fourth year.