Its his day. One year ago today I was snuggled in bed with my 18-hour old baby boy. Today he is one. This year has flow by in a blink. I tried to savour today. It was a quiet low key day. His party isn't until Sunday. We spend the day playing, snuggling, even napping together. But all of a sudden the day is done. Its bed time and I am overcome with emotion. Its going too fast, he is growing up. Each day, I love watching him grow, but I also feel melancholy for the loss of my baby, my boy.
D2, you are my last baby. I love your smiles and your determination. The way you grunt to us and we know exactly what you want. How you recline in my arms when you are ready to nurse. I want our baby days to continue. Don't be in a rush to grow up my little boy, and I won't rush you. I promise.