Day 3-Your first love

So I am WAY behind on this, but I will let myself slack on blogging- NOT other stuff, like the baby, the house, work, etc.

My first love.

Well, you're not going to hear about previous flames, call me old fashioned or boring, either one, I don't care.  I don't think it's appropriate.  So what I will tell you about are my babies.  Because I love them.  A lot.

My furbaby, Brooklyn, we got when she was a puppy in September of 2009.  They didn't know how old she was, but she had to be between eight and 12 weeks.  She was in a foster home with her litter and the man caring for them, bless his heart, had a dump of a place.  There was excrement all over the backyard, his property was falling to pieces and Brooklyn, whose name was Autumn then, was clean, and healthy for the most part, but her ears were scabbed from the flies and her litter mates chomping at her ears.  She was clearly the runt.  When we walked into the backyard, the litter was interested, but Brooklyn was the most excited.  She came bounding towards all of us (my parents were there with us).  She rolled on her back in submission and peed all at once.  I knew then we were taking her home.  We played with all of puppies, but B already had my heart.  She wanted to play, but mostly she wanted to jump into our arms.  We signed a paper, wrote a check, and Wade scooped her up and we took her home.

Baby M.  Wow.  Can anyone even describe a mother's love for their child?  Everyone told me when I had my baby, it would be a moment that changed my life.  I figured I would cry.  I didn't, I laughed.  I was laughing so much toward the very very end, that I stopped pushing and the nurses had to tell me to stop laughing and keep pushing. They put him on my chest and he whimpered.  He didn't really cry too much, and he shook a bit.  I felt for him, because I knew he was cold.  I smiled, starring at him.  I was thinking, "so that was you in there all this time".  No symphonies played, no extreme sobs or tears of joy.  Smiles, laughter and the feeling of being whole overwhelmed me.  We were a family.  My husband, myself and my son.

That my friends, was my first true love; my family.

This is sooo sappy, can I just add for humorous purposes that after Matthew was wheeled to the nursery the first thing out of my mouth was "When can I eat???!?!".  The turkey sandwich I later devoured was so close to love.  Close, but no cigar.