Aidan is FOUR!

It's late, but I want to acknowledge Aidan's birthday (June 29th).
I think it's hard for me to write about my middle boy...well, it's hard to write about the pregnancy, anyway. It was tough. Preterm labour at 21, 24 and 33 weeks, bedrest for four months, severe depression, insulin-dependant gestational diabetes...I was convinced I would lose him until I hit 26 weeks. He ended up being born at 37 weeks, 1 day. To me, it seemed a small miracle. I had my boy. My second baby, and all was right with the world.

Aidan is a dear boy. He's been the favorite of all his daycare workers. Compassionate, caring and sweet, he is effortlessly endearing. He loves hugs and kisses, loves music, and is always up for a snuggle. He's addicted to Pokemon and, like his big brother, loves the Gamecube. And Gameboy. And Playstation.
Oy.

It was hard on Aidan when Liam was born. Not the fact that he wasn't the youngest any more...no! In fact, he relishes being the "big brother" and is excellent in the role. It was the fall in attention, the lack of time with Jim and I that got him, I think. But he's adjusted. He is amazing with Liam...he's always entertaining or comforting him, and enjoying doing so! What a dear, sensitive soul he is. Do you know that he adores baking with me? And will even play My Little Ponies with me for like, ten minutes before they start to fly across the room? It's true! I look at him and feel blessed.

I wonder if this feeling of amazement that he's here, actually here with me will ever diminish? I was so sure I'd lose him so many times...so convinced of it that when I finally held him in my arms, I was in awe of the fact that he was okay.

His beauty is so potent to me. His spirit is so pure. Don't get me wrong; the boy is a huge goofball, like his Dad. He loves acting the fool just to get some giggles, and is very good at it. He is amazing in his selflessness at his age.

Happy Birthday, sweet James Aidan. You are a joy to everyone you meet!