A break from the usual

No sad depressing posts today. Why? Because today is my baby's birthday!!! His 7th birthday to be exact. I cannot believe my little baby boy is 7 *sobbing* How did my "little" 8lb 15oz baby boy get to be 7 years old already?

It seems like just yesterday I was at the dr for my weekly check when he told me I was technically in labor and I could go to the hospital if I wanted to. I called Wes to tell him so I drove back home (20 minutes away), got Wes and we got in his car, took his paycheck to the bank and drove back to the hospital. 3 hours later our perfect little baby boy was born ♥

Owen was born with a true knot in his umbilical cord! The dr. said we should name him Lucky because we could have easily lost him. But instead here I am 7 years later with my perfect freckle faced boy. My lego creating, wii playing, Scooby Doo, Transformers, Iron Man loving boy.

Happy Birthday sweetie and thanks for the birthday kiss and hug you decided to allow me this morning. I love you more than anything!

Happy Birthday

Tomorrow is Wes's 39th birthday. I think this will be worse than my 39th birthday that was a few weeks ago. I had been thinking earlier this year about how next year we would both be turning 40 and I was already planning in my head how we would have a big cookout and celebrate our birthdays with our friends and family.

I just can't believe that we won't have that together. Instead I went to town today and ordered our headstone for the cemetery. Happy Birthday honey, I got you a headstone!

I guess it's for me too since it will have my name on it as well. That is something that I kind of struggled with. I'm 39. Do I really want to go ahead and buy my headstone? But then again, I can't even imagine putting one up for him with out me being with him, too. We've been together over half our lives, it would seem like a huge betrayal to him to put up a single stone. It's always been Kim & Wes. Wes & Kim. I couldn't leave him out there alone. No way.

Bike

We've all seen the gag on cartoons, I'm sure. A kid gets a new bike and while riding it somehow it gets run over by a truck or street sweeper...when it comes out the other side, it's still perfect. Maybe even a little shiny-er. But when the kid goes to get on it, it collapses in to a thousand pieces.

Yeah, that's how I feel. Like a vase that's been broken and glued back together and still looks good, but will leak when it's filled with water.

I am on an overnight work trip tonight to the big city. My kids are staying with my parents. My first thought when I got to the hotel room was I gotta call Wes and tell him I made it here safely and how horrible the traffic was on the way down.

I didn't want to stay over night at all. I didn't want to leave the kids or leave the house, but I have to keep my job, don't I? I feel like I'm on the verge of a breakdown but I know we will probably go out to eat this evening so I have to hold it off.

So for now, I'll be the shiny bike.