At 9:43 p.m. on August 11, 2000 my beautiful son was born weighing 7lbs 15 ounces and 19 inches long. He had a mass of black curly hair and big brown eyes that held a pensive look for the 1st few months of his life. If I had to use one word to describe Peter Westley Harding I would say "Spirited". Everything Peter does is done with intensity, charm and spirit - sometimes a spirit all his own and not understood by others, but spirit none the less! Peter is a joy - his smile, his laugh, his sensitivity and his charm - I love being Peter's mother! A year after Peter was born Celine Dion came out with a new song and there is a set of lyrics that makes me cry everytime I hear them because they remind me of how much better a person I am since having and knowing Peter. It's my blog so I'm allowed to be mushy on the birthday of my oldest child!
"Where it was dark, now there's light. Where there was pain, now there's joy .Where there was weakness, I found my strength - All in the eyes of a boy!"
I guess that could be seen as a lot of pressure for a little boy but Peter is quite a little boy!
My little lovebug in his first portrait! I love that wrinkled skin but forgot how tense he was in those first few months.
At work with Mommy when he was just 2 weeks old!
My grandmother with Peter - she would absolutely LOVE Peter and his fun loving personality!
Peter with Molly - I have never seen a little boy so attached to his baby sister. He was only 2 when MOlly was born and he used to sit with her for as long as I would let him. He is still the only one who can get Molly out of a funky mood sometimes.
Peter and his namesake - they always seem to have a look of mischief of on their faces when they are together!
Peter and Tyler - they were best friends from the start!
Peter meeting his baby sister - Annie. Even as she learns to crawl and walk and wants to be down on the floor all the time he just can not get enough of holding and loving her. He cracks her up!
And my big boy at school. When Peter has a rough day I often tell him that if God gave me the chance to pick any son in the world I would choose him - tonight as I tucked him in for the 8th time at 9 p.m. I told him how happy I was that he was born and without missing a beat he said, "Yeah, I'm happy God picked you for my Mom." No one could be as happy as I am that I get to be his Mom. Happy Birthday, Peter Westley!