My baby, my little boy, is one year old today. You see that tiny little foot up there? That foot and and the other one are now big chunky feet that can't stay in a pair of shoes due to the thickness of them. Those thick feet go right along with the big body that my baby now resides in.
How can it be that one year has passed already? I still pretty much feel the same way about his birthday as I did two months ago. You'd think time would make me get used to the fact that his birthday is here, but I simply cannot believe that my baby is a year old. I look at him and think, where did my baby go? I swear it was just yesterday that he was placed in my arms and I breathed him in with all of my senses...
- His smell, oh so yummy, warm and new.
- His taste, kissing a fresh born baby's plump little cheeks tastes like heaven.
- His touch, that soft, warm, fuzzy little baby skin so fresh and new. Feeling his body lying gently on mine, skin to skin, sharing our warmth with each other. My fingers gently investigating each of his beautiful baby parts...touching his nose, his cheeks, his hands, his ears. The feel of his peach fuzz hair on my cheek as he sleeps on my chest.
- His sound, boy did his lungs work. My ears got to meet him before my eyes did. The doctor even exclaimed that he had never heard a baby that loud. But he had other sounds...his soft breathing as he would sleep and his gentle cooing during and after nursing.
- His sight, this makes me cry as I think of it. This is the most precious to me. After being the last to meet my daughter when she was born, the sight of my son, moments after birth, is such a gift. I can still see his chubby wet little body being held up in the hands of the doctor for me to see. Seeing the face that I had waited the entire pregnancy to see was amazing. That image is forever etched in my mind.
So what did I learn today? Today's lesson is a lesson I have been learning over the past 4 years of parenthood. It is a lesson that I have especially learned this past year. Time is precious. Time is fleeting. Cherish each moment. I know that in the blink of an eye, he'll be a grown man.
Happy birthday, my little one. I sure do love you!