His 5th September in my heart

Early in September, 2008, I received this...

by email.
After and long and painful staff meeting.
After a long and painful day.
Waiting.
For the phone to ring.
Waiting.
To become a mama.

5 minutes later (or a year that felt like 5 minutes)
it was the night before
mama went back to work.
My mama heart breaking
yet thankful for the 37 weeks we had together.

We stayed up late.
Swung around at the park.
Grabbed each and every available minute.
He was 1...and a bit.

Then suddenly 2 and a bit.

In a September when I was obviously too tired 

or too busy

or too...something...

to take many pictures.

Except at Mid Autumn Moon Festival.

My sweet smiling baby Ben.

Three and a bit.

Time moves swiftly.

Climbing and running and leaping his way

fearlessly into another year.

Still my sweet baby Ben.

And now he's 4.

His 5th September in my heart.

Don't call me baby mama...

call me Manh Nguyen. 

Or Ben.

Or Benjaminh Manh.

Or maybe you can call me baby when we cuddle.

Or we get married.

Okay?

And next week there will be school photos.
Of my sweet boy.
Junior Kindergarten.
As September takes on a whole new meaning.