A Decade

The million dollar man babyturned 10 yesterday. Roscoe the Brave has reached an epic milestone...he is now the proud owner of a REd Ryder bb gun (...you'll shoot your eye out!!... It even says : for kids 10 and up on big letters on the box. Cool. It is strictly off limits without dad. And no pointing bossy big sisters or whining little brothers either.

Its hard to believe this guy could've become something so different than what he is. Wheelchair bound, asthmatic, blind or dead. He is vibrant, smart, capable, freakishly athletic, sensitive, thoughtful, has big beautiful greeny blue eyeballs that see deep into your soul without a hint of needing eyeglasses. He is the cheese in the sandwich , the meat in my faith in whats possible and unknown.

I love you little man. I am sooooooooooooooo glad to be your mum!

xo milady

9 years ago

9 years ago i had a baby. a teeny tiny little baby who we named Roscoe after his great great great great. (add about a jillion of these)....grandfather from 13th century France, Roscoe de la Feld.

Roscoe of the Field.

We thought Rosabel was him. We waited and expected him . he travelled far and wide through the ages to get to us, only problem was, he was 4 months EARLY! He just didn't know he was soooo so teeny tiny.
we called him the "early bird special" when i finally woke up i got to meet him...it must've been the middle of the night, it was all dark except for a peaceful blue light and there under a shiny halo was my little perfect man....i put my hand on him and prayed.
i kept praying, refused to doubt, surrendered even when they cut him open and fixed his teeny tiny heart

and as each miracle revealed itself we kept on ...one tender hopeful unknowing step at a time

til he came home on his due date a fat little newborn who is now a brilliant, athletic, handsome, sensitive, wise, perfect son of mine.

Happy Birthday Roscoe of the Field!

xo milady