I'm thrilled. There is no privilege greater than watching your child grow up. But y'all . . . there's this other part of me. This part of me that wants to hold my baby and rock him to sleep one more time. This part of me that wonders how (almost) six years can pass so fast.
We've all heard, "The days are long, but the years are short."
I thought the sleepless nights would never end . . . they did.
I thought he would never feed himself . . . he does.
Dress himself? That to.
Play alone? Most definitely.
He walks.
He runs.
He never stops talking.
He sings.
He dances.
He laughs.
He holds my hand and gives me hugs and brings more joy than I ever thought imaginable.
Some days are oh so very long.
But those years? Those years they fly by.
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