I can’t believe it has been 1 year since we welcomed this little man into the world- what an absolute blessing he has been. I have been searching for the words for this birthday tribute. I have started and stopped this post several times in the last couple of days. There are no words to express how this little boy fills my heart, but I am going to give it a shot and try and give it a shot.
As I nursed him before bed tonight (like I always do) I was overwhelmed with the love I feel for this son of mine. He has a smile that can brighten anyone’s day and he sure makes me life better each and every day.
As you may know from reading C’s birthday tribute last week, we do not find out the gender of our children when I am pregnant. After having C, I was convinced that I was having another girl and I was destined to have all girls. To say I was shocked when M came out a boy is an understatement. I always wanted a boy- always. Once we had C, I think in my head I prepared myself to have all girls because I didn’t want to be disappointed if I never had a boy.
This last year has been so incredible with this little boy. From the very beginning he was such an easy-going, laid back and happy little boy. He was extremely alert right out of the womb, a good nurser and has always adored his mommy.
I will never forget the way he would snuggle on me when he was a just a little guy. With the second child, you always break the rules and that we did. M and I would often take afternoon naps together. I would put C down for a nap, go in my room, nurse him, and then he would fall asleep on my chest. I knew from experience that those days are numbered and soon he would be too squirmy to sleep on me so I let it happen. I am glad I did.
Until about 6 months, M would wake up at about 5am to nurse. J would go get him and bring him in our bed, I would nurse him and then we would put him in between us and he would go back to sleep. Now, I miss those days. Although I appreciate my sleep I miss our quiet mornings together. At the time, the days felt so long and I dreaded waking up so early. M has made me realize the true meaning of the phrase, “the days are long, but the years are short.” Isn’t that the truth?
Where did the last year go anyway? How do I already have a little boy who is one? I am not sure where the time went, but I do know that in the last year my heart has grown. Just when I thought there was no way I could love more God shows me that there is much more love to give in my heart.
I miss the days of putting him down on a blanket to play with his toys and to find him rolling from one end of the room to the other within seconds. I miss that fast little army crawl across our wood floors. I miss those sweet, snuggly afternoon naps.
For all the things I miss there are just as many thing I love about my 1 year old. I love how he waves to everyone… and I mean everyone. I love when he stops eating, pauses and just looks up at me and grins. I love that he still reaches for his mommy and will even lay his head on my shoulder- I will always take snuggles from this little boy. I love how he claps when he is proud and watching how fast he can get up a flight of stairs. He thinks his sister is hilarious (most of the time) and I love the bond they are forming. Of course I absolutely love how much he loves throwing, rolling, and trying to shoot and catch the ball. As much as he is a mommy’s boy, it warms my heart to see his face light up when his daddy comes home from work.
I love this boy… so incredibly much. There is so much of me that just wants to freeze time and keep him little. As much as I hate how fast time goes, there is so much to look forward to. I can’t wait to hear him say more words and run in the backyard. I am excited to watch what friends he gravitates towards. I look forward to watching the relationship between him and C grow and to watch him rough house with his daddy. And yes, I admittedly can’t wait until he can verbally ask me to go outside and play catch or to hit the ball.
Each day I thank God for giving me a son. I pray that he grows to be kind, caring and ambitious. I pray that he serves the Lord and finds purpose in life.
Happy 1st Birthday to my handsome son who makes my heart melt with those big blue eyes and infectious smile. I pray you never lose your happy spirit and no matter how old you are you will never be too old to give your mommy a hug- I cherish those.
Awww, so sweet. I miss those moments when they are infants. We did the same thing with #2, broke all the rules and I’m so glad we did. It truly goes by in a flash!