One more month and my baby will be one. How quickly that one year passed by no matter how hard I hugged or cuddled him. I guess time just moved on by.
But I'm in some kind of disbelief that my baby will soon be one, that my baby won't be a baby. Seven teeth, crawling, throwing, eating, hitting, pulling, signing "more" and now letting go and trying to stand on his own. All that happened in front of my eyes and still I can't believe it.
What replaced sweet little baby noises was loud laughter between two brothers, so I am happy. At the same time I am sad too, because I wish it would all slow down a bit. Eleven months and counting...
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