Well, long story short, everyone got fed an hour early and we were all in bed before 8:30. While I was laying in bed I was looking at pictures in my phone and I came across this one.
It was the first time I ever held Cash. Actually it was the first time I ever held any of my babies. I'll never forget that moment. I had just spent the last few hours wondering if there really was a Goblin King, and wondering if I really said those words what would happen (if you haven't seen Labyrinth I'm sure you're confused) and suddenly, after seeing this picture, it wasn't so bad. It reminded me of when Cash was too little and too weak to make any sound louder than a baby kitten. And when, even with support he was huffing and puffing, working so hard just to breathe. Suddenly I was grateful he has a loud, healthy cry, as crazy as that sounds. I remember praying for the day when he could cry like that.
Gosh I love this kid. Out of the 3 of them he is the one who will just stare at me with his big blue eyes until he falls asleep in my arms. I love it so much.
I love being his mom :)