Five years ago my life changed.
Suddenly everything shifted out of proportion.
It was no longer all about me.
And I liked it.
Work was not where all my energies went any more.
The word Love had a brand new definition.
I completely abandoned the concept of selfish and skinny jeans.
And I was no longer alone.
I discovered that despite working three jobs to make ends meet,
being reliable, mindful, competent and smile in the face of adversity,
guilt and hormones would always catch up with me, no matter how hard I tried.
But with the new deal, I had been also granted super hero status:
I could function with 3 hours of sleep;
possessed unbelievable strength and surprising resourcefulness in the darkest of moments;
and was the center of the universe for someone special.
Five years ago someone came into my world, and made it his.
He was new and I was renewed. I was improved. And he was pure.
He charged into my existence blasting his primal yawp,
but the cries stopped the instant our cheeks touched.
His warm and still covered in a thin layer of what felt like chapstick,
mine teary with emotion and smiling from uncontrollable happiness.
I may have had induced loss of sensation below the waist,
but in the rest of me, the feelings were magnified.
Five years ago, my son was born.
And from that day onwards, I have been a better woman.
Thank you E. for changing my life,
for turning my world around
and for teaching me the meaning of true love.
Happy birthday, my darling boy.
Five years flew by, I can't believe it.
My sweet, adorable and loving child,
I am so happy and proud to be your mamma.
Buon compleanno, topolino. Sei tutta la mia vita.