Dear Daniel, (Momma's Having an Existential Moment)

Today marks the day that you have been outside my body the exact same amount of time you were inside my body. You were born a few weeks shy of 40 weeks gestation, eager to come into the world and start doing your business here (and having tried to be born four full weeks earlier yet).

I spoke with a psychic (long story) before I was pregnant with you, and he told me that I had a "restless spirit" near me (you!) which was biding its time until I was ready to invite it into my life and my body. His description of you could not have been more accurate! You've always been rather impatient and eager to accomplish the next developmental task. You can't seem to wait to grow up; you must have some grand experiences ahead of you.

As I look back at how tiny and helpless you were when you were born, I can't help but be acutely aware of how very different (and so delightful) you are now. The weeks of my pregnancy seemed to fly by, but not nearly as fast as all these weeks I've experienced since then, with you here in my life and in my arms. This has been such a weird, wonderful, wild adventure, watching you grow and become yourself.

Thank you for making me a mother. Thank you for taking me on this amazing ride. I love you so much more than I ever could've known was possible.

Love,
Momma