Reminiscing

It's hard to believe that just three years ago, I was just now getting ready to deliver my son. In just shy of an hour, he will be three. I knew my life would be forever changed, but I couldn’t grasp just how much. As I watched him sleep on the way into town to spend the day with Memaw this morning, I couldn’t help but reminisce. I am so blessed. M has changed my life in more ways that I could ever imagine. Sometimes we get so caught up in the “parenting” aspect of being a parent that we take for granted the great little things.

Being a parent gives you the opportunity to give butterfly and Eskimo kisses (to which M makes a “ssss” sound when giving). Tickles and raspberries and squeals and laughter are a must daily. Holding your child’s hands between you and your spouse and swinging the child on the count of three only to have them start counting for you because you aren’t going fast enough is a given when walking across a parking lot. You find the time to sneak a quite look at your child sleeping peacefully. I also have the distinct pleasure of having a son who likes to play with my hair when I am holding him. (This does turn into a nuisance if you are trying to go to sleep or are getting him dressed.) It is indeed the little things that you cherish the most.

So, to my little man, happy birthday sweetie! I love you whole bunches and bunches of oats! And to B, thank you for my precious little M.

Ok, crying at work isn’t cool, so until next time....