The Best Three Years of My Life

Three years ago today, my life changed. My world was rocked. I would never be the same again. On that hazy June day back in 2007, I became a Mommy. Daniel Adam Somerman came into this world at 12:17 pm, weighing a meager 5 pounds, 15 ounces. Three years later, he could probably tackle me to the ground.

Being a mother has changed me in so many ways, I could never possibly explain it in a couple of paragraphs (which is why I have this ongoing blog, I guess). Most profoundly, it has given me a feeling of comfort and purpose. No matter what happens in my life (and most of you know that I've had my share of crap), Daniel is my rock. He is my greatest success, my biggest accomplishment, and the love of my life. His smile dries my tears, his kisses melt my heart. There is no greater joy than to hear him say, "Mommy, I love you."

Over the past three years, Motherhood has presented plenty of challenges. If it wasn't sleep issues, it was feeding problems. If it wasn't skin rashes, it was bad language. And so it goes. I wouldn't trade a single day with Daniel for a chance to erase all of the heartache I've suffered in my pursuit to expand my family. He has saved me, over and over again. No amount of sadness could ever erase the overwhelming joy and pride I feel for my only child.

Daniel awes me. He is so smart, perceptive, thoughtful, creative, precocious, funny, and loving. He is the best of me and Peter, all rolled into one beautiful little package. I marvel at his perfect lips, his adorable belly, and his sparkling blue eyes. I'm already mourning the day when he loves another woman more than he loves me. The heartbreak will be significant.

Happy birthday, my love. May life continue to bring you sunshine and rainbows. I promise to protect you from pirates, loud horns, and scorpions for as long as I live. All you have to do is continue to be your perfect, wonderful, amazing self.