Dear Jackson,
I am writing to you this evening because I am completely in awe of how much you are changing before our eyes each day. Just last week, you were making your way around like a little old man with a drunken stumble. But today, you are just zipping along like it's nobody's business. Next week, you will probably learn the miracle of running, and those baby crawls and wavering standing efforts will be a distant memory.
As your mom, I know that these moments are precious. Lately I am savoring every little thing you do . . . you fell asleep taking a bottle in daddy's arms tonight, but in no time, you'll no longer want a night bottle, and that just breaks my heart. Along those same lines, I have to admit that my eyes get a little teary when I'm forced to pack away the outfits that don't fit you anymore, or toys that you've outgrown.
The most drastic change emerged today, in the car nonetheless. We were making you laugh and all of a sudden, Mike and I heard a noise that was foreign. What came out of you was a little boy's laugh . . . you had lost your little baby laugh. The new one was distinct, clear as a San Diego day, and unlike any chuckle we'd ever heard. If I didn't know your age, and I was just hearing you for the first time, I would have assumed you were 3. My baby, you will always be my baby, but why do you have to grow so fast??
What I learned today: When you are in your thirties, there is really no difference between 30, 31, 32, etc. But when you are 1, there is such a vast difference each day from the child that woke up and the child that goes to bed that night. It's such a remarkable and absolute miracle. Again, I'm just in awe of you before me . . .
2 comments:
You will always be in awe of him, Kree. Even when HE reaches 30. Brought a tear to my eye.
Sweet. And so true. With my kiddos, it breaks my heart too but I love it all the same.
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