Last weekend Michael felt the baby move for the first time. Let me paint you a picture..
Every year around the Holidays a story about Michael comes up. Christmas Eve when Michael was around 6 or 7 all of his friends in the neighborhood got scooters for Christmas. When he was getting ready for bed he told his parents that he desperately needed one of those scooters. A little Christmas miracle happened and Michael had a scooter under the tree. When he saw it he was so excited and got himself so worked up that he had to run to the bathroom and throw up. When I picture this going on I imagine a little Michael in footed fleece jammies running back and forth between the christmas tree and bathroom with his eyes as big as saucers.
So when Michael compaired his exictment about feeling our baby move around in my belly to that particular Christmas I knew it was a big deal to him.
