One year. That’s it. One year to soak up the cuddles, smiles, babbles, and hugs of true babyhood. To feel the warmth of a little hand curled around your finger and know that you are his entire world. One year to elicit belly laughs with a silly face…over and over and over. For one year, it’s ok to wear footie pjs all days long. In public. Never again will he fit into those itty bitty clothes or find joy in an exersaucer. Of course, there will still be plenty of love and exciting “firsts” for years to come, but that first 12 months is somehow different.
To my surprise, I didn’t shed a tear on Oliver’s first birthday. I really thought I would. I’ve enjoyed watching him grow since we welcomed him into our family last year, and I am so in love with the little boy he is becoming that I’m excited to see what the next year will bring. Will he love trucks like his brother? Or will he be into dinosaurs, or animals, or sports? What will his little voice sound like when we have our first real conversation? As much as I’ll miss his babyhood, I’m ready for this.
But it’s still bittersweet.
Lori Ferguson says: Sarah these are SPECTACULAR! And the dog theme-LOVE IT!!!! What a precious little boy. on 04.4.11 @ 10:57 pm