This time last year I was musing on my son's first year of life. I was thinking of all the moments and memories that combine to make him the little person that he is, and that define our relationship.
While I always think on him and his little life, this time of year brings an even sharper nostalgia.
This coming Monday he will be two.
|Happy Birthday, dear boy.|
He is the light in my day. He is why I do so many of the things I do. He is the reason why I seemingly smile at nothing throughout the day when I am away from him. I hate to leave him, and can't wait to get back when I do.
He has made me who I am. And even though in a few short months after his second birthday, he will become a big brother, he will always be first. He is the one who MADE me a mother. He has shown me that I can do so many things. He has given me confidence in ways he will never know.
|See you soon (but not too soon!), sweet girl.|
Something I often wonder is if we made the right choice in moving here. I hope that in this wide open space, our children are free to grow in character with no bounds. I hope their minds expand and their bodies grow in tune with the earth and their surroundings.
I hope more than I can ever put to words.