Happy Birthday, Aaron

Nine years old! How did that happen?

Here we are on Aaron's Gotcha Day - he was two days old. Nope, can't even describe how it feels to be chosen, to be given a baby. For once I really don't have any words that seem adequate, but I think the picture tells it pretty well.

Aaron's hair was slicked down tight - and I mean really, really tight.

The next morning, we found out why...

Oh, my!!!
We got the hair thing (somewhat) under control...and then his head...um... his head started...growing.


And growing...


And growing...

(this is just about my most favorite picture ever!)

Oh Aaron,

We've had some moments like this:

hopefully, more of this:
a lot of this: (we're camping...I don't wear makeup or wash kids' faces)
and this:
and this:

and definitely a lot of this...


Aaron, you are so loved. You make me laugh, you make me want to be a better Mom, you make me proud, you make me a little crazy sometimes, and you make me feel loved.


Every single day, you make me happy.

Love, Mom

Birthmom Sabrina, Aaron, and me - how lucky are we?

Happy Birthday Aaron!!!