Three years ago today, this little man was given to me as a gift from God! My Bubby graced this world and since that day, my life has been a better place! And as a matter of fact (ask anyone that knows him) this world has been a better place since that day!
The birth of a child is always a blessing, but you see, he was more of a blessing than you can imagine. He was truly a miracle! An unexpected and most welcome miracle at that!
Not only was this little man my first born son, he was my last seed! Seriously, my last seed (more on that later) and how cool is that? I gave birth to this little miracle at the ripe old age of 41. Some would say that is not so old in today's world, and they would be very right! But you see, I gave birth to my oldest at 22 (gosh I thought I knew it all then), so for me the almost 20 year gap was considerable!
My first born was the apple of my eye (she still is) and I thought I had accomplished all I needed in life. Then #2 (another beautiful healthy girl) at the age of 27. I was through giving birth. I had always hoped for 4 children but life, circumstances, and finances didn't allow for that! The 3 of us were happy and ended up living our life as the family of 3 for quite some years!
Then some years later, I met a man 11 years my junior who had 2 children of his own. Within about a year and a half, we became a family of 6 and life was good. But something was missing.
In 2006 (at the age of 39), I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who you have all grown to know and love (and giggle at on more than one occasion). Our Bug was perfect. She of course was a blessing and our lives will never be the same! Seriously, you've heard the stories, our lives will never be dull!
But for me, something was missing. I longed to have a son of my own. I knew it wasn't in the cards. I was no spring chicken at this point so I was content with my 3 girls, and my adopted family. Of course I was happy (but still the emptiness that I couldn't explain). And then....BAM! The news.
I was pregnant. I was 40. I was having....a BOY! My son! My love! My Bubby! My little man! This little man changed my world. I swear the minute he was born, I heard the angels singing (swear it)!
But my emotions were in an uproar and although my world was complete and perfect, something was amiss! Why? I was so happy with my life! Why was I such a basket case? This little man was so handsome and so perfect! And I had my beautiful girls, and my husband, and my two other little minions that I had raised since such an early age as my own! A complete family of 8! My life was good!
Well a couple of trips to the doctor and some blood tests solidified the results! I was in early menopause! That's right folks. One of those topics we don't like to discuss! At the ripe old age of 41, my body (after 22 years of child birth and rearing) had decided to give up on the mom thing and throw me into the turmoil that is menopause!
So what does this mean? It means I can be a basket case at times! It means that I am an emotional wreck! It means that Bubby was MY LAST EGG! I should be upset about this turmoil thing but something in that last statement still just makes me smile! Bubby was MY LAST EGG! Are you freaking serious? I hear I'm 1 in like 1 million and something that this happens to. I can't help but feel blessed. My last egg? Yes, and I thank God every day that he chose to let me turn that egg into the miracle that is Bubby!
My Bubby has brought me so much happiness over the past 3 years! I'm sure he will continue to bring me happiness for as long as I live. He is his momma's baby boy! He is such a warm, beautiful, precious little soul! Have you ever heard The Baby by Blake Shelton? Yea, that's me and my Bub!
(yes still to this day)! You are my miracle! You are the little man that rocks my world! Mommy will always love you and you will ALWAYS be my baby!