One year. One long, short year.
I was warned it would fly by, but lightening speed was never an adjective. Or maybe I was in denial. Or just in love.
One year ago, and I still remember each moment-
It was early. Really early.
I was exhausted.
I was elated.
You made me work hard for you.
Your daddy held you first, after all, I got to hold you all 42 weeks +1 day long, but momma wasn't too far behind.
You fed like a champ, you still do.
You made us complete, you still do.
A lot has changed, leaving not too much the same. Mostly for the better. (We'll fill you in someday.)
You walk. You babble. You blow raspberries. You give kisses. You're sad when daddy leaves for work. You noticed your shadow first the time last night. You eat big boy food; you love spaghetti. You LOVE bouncy balls. And trucks. And making truck noises-to anything that moves. You rarely sit still. You love to push your cozy coupe. You love to chase Bella (the dog). You have 8.5 teeth-4 on top and 4 on bottom in the front and one almost thru in the back (right). You've been a champ, my brave boy. You still have those sweet "arm muscles" that I adore. You love to run around nakie bootie. You have your own opinion far more than I'd like. You point, at everything. You dance at nearly every song that comes on. You love other kids. You weigh 22.9 lbs and you're 29.72 inches long. Big boy.
You, son, are my happy.
You made me come alive. I made you, and you…you made me.
{In a way, this is "our day"- your birthday and our BIRTHday. :) I'll let you have it though. You're totally worth celebrating.}
Thanks for redefining my life, our life, and teaching me to expect the unexpected and enjoy every day to the fullest because they sure fly!
Happy first birthday, little man. No matter the years you'll always be my baby boy. I love you so.
Heisel Rules!
PS monthly progression comparison pics coming soon!
