My sweet baby boy Aaron turned 1 on Saturday. I still can't quite wrap my head around how fast this year has gone by.
I knew it would be fleeting. This isn't my first rodeo, after all, and I'm stunned every day by just how grown-up my 4 1/2-year-old is. And with Aaron being born before my husband returned from his deployment to Afghanistan, I knew that first few weeks would fly. But knowing that, and knowing that we're a two-and-through family and that I wouldn't be doing this again, made me think that if I held on a little tighter to every moment, maybe time would slow down. Just a little? Please?
But no. As a friend put it, I feel like I blinked and lost a year. The days disappeared, and though the nights sometimes dragged on in a foggy, sleep-deprived haze, weeks and months fell behind me at top speed.
Still, when I think about it, I can remember many moments in the past year when I made a point to stop, take it all in, smell his neck, make him laugh, snuggle him for a while longer before putting him to bed, watch him and his brother start to build their relationship, marvel at him and his dad and their similarities. And those moments add up.
It doesn't feel like they add up to a year, but they've added immeasurably to my life, to our family, to our experience together, and to say I'm grateful would hardly begin to capture the feeling.
Happy birthday, Pokey. Thanks for being here.