This post may go on forever. Mostly, because this little boy is a never ending story. He does something new every day. every. day. He is the light of my life and I’m so happy he’s mine. He turned eleven months on September 19th.
As the one year mark approaches, I find myself more overwhelmed by the wow of it all.
No, I’m not the first person who’s ever experienced motherhood and my experiences and feelings aren't necessarily unique, but really it’s hard not to shout my feelings from the rooftops.
I still sometimes look at him and think …really? this little dude grew in my belly? really? Yep that happened.
No matter what else is happening in my day, in the world, in life, the sound of his almost constant giggle makes everything okay.
I try to push away the worries and those what if thoughts that creep into my mind constantly and just say thank you God for this gift.
and God. please protect him.
I day dream about what he’ll be and what he’ll do.
Then, I remind myself how much he’s already doing and how much he’s already changed.
I see how independent he can be - pushing my hands away from him to walk and so I cherish those times he wants me to hold him just a little more.
I find myself laughing more when he’s whining or crying because he’s learned how to fake it to try to get what he wants.
I try to take a picture of him every morning because I swear he might look different this afternoon.
I capture the outfit I dress him in, because that could be the last time it fits.
I go to him with a happy face each morning because that’s how I want his day to start.
I try to fit in an extra tickle session even if it makes me later and later for work.
I refuse to trim his hair because then all of his newbornness will be gone.
I don't mind holding him to take a bottle at night because those days are numbered and they are dwindling down to none.
I'm so proud when we walks farther and farther each day, but I'm also sad because I know toddlerhood is just around the corner.
I love his silliness and playful nature. God let him keep that forever.
I hold him a little longer when he doesn't want me to go.
When the months turn to years, I want him to know how much he is loved.
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