Saturday, September 17, 2011


late last night as i was getting ready for bed, i recalled to tim that three years ago at that time, i was accepting that i really was in labor with our little one and that i wasn't going to be getting any rest that night.

i pulled out max's birth record and we reminisced for a little bit about that wild night. so much of it seems a blur. a very exhausting blur.

kind of like the last three years of life with max. a very exhausting blur, with flashes of time and experiences that are so beautiful that we decide to keep him around for a little while longer.

max, you make me crazy. with frustration and with love. you are just as stubborn as i am and as handsome as your daddy. you have always been a boy with an opinion. you never stand still and smile for the camera because you are too busy going, going, going. or because you just don't want to. you are so inquisitive and observant you wear your momma out.

for all of those things, for you, i am thankful to God every single day. some days i have to wait till you've been asleep for a couple hours to feel that thankfulness and sometimes it floods me and moves me to tears as i lay between you and ben, stroking your hair as you lay your head on my tummy and drift off to sleep. you, like your brother, have pulled me and stretched me and made me grow in ways that i've never wanted to grow, but know that i need to.

happy birthday maximo.


  1. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. You should print this off and include it in a book of letters you have written to him and give it as a gift on some momentous occasion in his life, such as when he becomes a dad or enters the priesthood. You're such a good mom Mary. God bless you!

  2. Ditto what Elizabeth said. Absolutely everything.

  3. LIKE. Happy Birthday Max! We're so glad to have you in our lives!

  4. Looks like he had a great birthday! Happy Birthday, Max!