I just got home from visiting one of my best friends in the hospital. She was there because she just 24 hours ago became a mom to her first born child. A "little" baby boy named Johnathan. I say "little" because, well, he was almost 10 lbs. 9lbs 14.5ozs to be exact. She only gained 20 lbs! And this big beautiful new life was as wanted as any baby could have been. Several months of trying, followed by a miscarriage, and then more months of trying. Little Johnny is finally here. I couldn't be happy for his mom and dad. I got to hold him tonight when I went to visit. Watching him try to put his fist in his mouth, rooting for his mother's breast. He is simply perfect. I can still smell his new baby smell on my hands. Nothing brings me greater peace than holding a new, innocent baby. And seeing how sweet and tender the new daddy was with his son brought a tear to my eye. I remember those moments...
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.