The first little snuggle bug, who made me a mother for the very first time 8 very short years ago, is still as adorable, loving and precious as the first moment I held him in my arms.
Reminiscing with Marc about the day we brought Coleman home from the hospital and sat him in his car seat down by the couch and then just stared at him and each other thinking, "What do we do now?" Answer: Take a nap while Nana kept an eye on the sleeping little love bug.
For the last year, Coleman has excelled academically and physically. He is more spiritual and has become even more my right hand man at the house. Marc keeps telling me that I don't want to be one of "those mothers". The ones who brag about their kids and are always one upping other mothers etc. Here's the deal. I'm very proud of my kids. I am more than aware of their struggles and imperfections but I am thrilled with who they are and what they have already accomplished in their young lives. And here, on our family blog, I plan to "brag" and "praise" my kids all over the place. I'm sure there will also be lots of venting of frustrations as well. Consider yourself forewarned.
A walk down memory lane with Coleman...
Happy 8th Birthday My Sweet Coleman!
