About this time one year ago I was just settling in at the hospital preparing to give birth to my son. I remember being so excited knowing that I was FINALLY going to meet this little boy whom I knew I would love the moment I laid eyes on him. Little did I know that it would be 24 hours of excruciating pain without the help of any pain medication and then after all the pain and work to try and give birth, a cesarean with anesthesia would be necessary. In the end, it was all obviously worth it.
As I snuggled with Brandon last night it all really hit me. My baby is no longer a baby. He is always on the move now and would rather be running up and down the hall way with you chasing him then sitting in my lap cuddling. I remember thinking when he was first born that I couldn't wait until he could start moving around and how much fun it all would be. It is. It definitely is, but now I look back at those few precious short months at the beginning where I could cuddle and hold him all day to my heart's content and how much I miss that. I get brief glances of those days now, usually at night before bedtime, and I find myself holding him just a little bit longer each time as I know some day it will be the last. Hopefully not anytime soon but there will come a time when he no longer needs to be held close and snuggled. That day will be bittersweet; just as this day is.
My little boy will be one year old tomorrow. Life really does flash before your eyes. The saying is so true to cherish each and every moment, the good and the bad, because it really does fly by.