Contrast that morning with today. Upon waking I peeked in on Adam and found him standing in his crib. He was quietly playing with his lights-and-sound machine, having already tossed his toys and blanket overboard, and wore a huge grin that said, "Good Morning, Mommy!" {sigh} Now that's the perfect way to wake up!
I have often said that I wish all the development that takes place in the first year could stretch out to two. In 12 short months so much happens -- from being a tiny, helpless bundle to being a walking, babbling toddler, I have blinked and he's on to the next stage. I am sad to look back and realize that I am already forgetting what he was like at 8 weeks old. But I can also say that I can't remember life without him; he has simply always been a part of us.
So instead of packing a hospital bag today, I am planning a birthday party. I am trying to keep things in perpective -- it's his First birthday, yes, and he won't remember this, true, and we should just keep this small and simple, uh-huh.... I keep telling myself and Michael that it will basically be a small playdate with cake. And handmade favors. And custom decorations. And a fabulous cake that Gramma and I will create (after making a fully decorated cake last weekend just to practice!). So come on by Gramma's house on Saturday and share a slice with us! Or Skype in. We'd love to "see" you!
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And a very special Happy Birthday to my beautiful Nana! We love you!!!
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