boys

I always knew my firstborn would be a BOY.

How? I'm not sure.

Call it Mother's intution---or wishful thinking...but I just knew it.

...and I always wanted it that way....

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I dreamt about "him" regularly....always waking up only moments before I got to see his little face. I would hold him bundled tightly in a blue blanket...only seeing the top of his little head and his wisps of brown hair. I would smell that perfect baby smell and my heart would fill with the most undescribable happiness.

Then....Bam...I'd wake up. I hated it.

Often times I'd pull the covers over my head and try and go back to sleep. In an attempt to pick up where I left off, I guess.

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Jarom and I aren't the kind to rush into things.

We analyze. That is what we do.

We always have a plan.

Some would call it boring...Lame even.

......but it works for us:):)

How is our savings? Do we have enough money to provide for a child? What about missions, college? Would I get to stay home? Getting us both through college first was a must!

So the wait continued on. It was difficult for me.

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We spent a few years planning and dreaming of the day "HE" would make his big debut and we would officially be a family:) I was growing anxious and impatient. I wanted to meet him.

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I would ALWAYS tell Jarom

"I saw our baby boy last night..." and he'd respond with one of his LOOKS.

One of those that clearly meant (you are freaking nuts...but I kind of like it)...and he'd laugh at me. I would then expound on every detail of my dream....and the cycle continued as such for months and months. He endured it well.

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It was always the same dream. Exactly.

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I told Jarom continually that we'd have a BOY...In fact, I clearly told him it was a boy up until the very moment we were anxiously waiting in the lobby during the magic Week #20.

Jarom wasn't so sure.

He didn't think he'd get that Lucky:)

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(...My point is coming....wait for it...wait for it:)

ha ha ha

Earlier this week---after a good 45 minutes of reinacting "ultimate fighting" moves, head butts, tackling and wrestling with Jaxson...we collapsed on the family room floor. He snuggled up to me and cuddled onto my lap. He wrapped himself tightly in his favorite companion: YELLOW BLANKIE....so I could only see his eyes and the top of his little head. I leaned over and kissed him and breathed him in. Yummy.

It hit me.

That was it...exactly.

My Dream.

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It was such a simple little moment...yet one I won't forget.

He was the boy of my dreams...

I had held him so many times before this...JUST LIKE THIS...

and I would get to forever.

That was one wonderful feeling.

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p.s. He then picked his nose, wiped it on my arm and laughed the

deepest gut laugh you've ever heard.

p.s.s I want another little boy so badly it hurts:)

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They are highly entertaining, rough, wild, obnoxious and sometimes gross....

BUT when they smother you in kisses and say

"Mommy you're so pretty....and your my FAAAVorite!"

it's the best thing ever.