Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Epic Week Part Two: Birthday Boy

Last week I was mom to a little baby boy.

He gave me kisses...
Loved to play outside...
And was always getting into mischief. 
On Friday, I became mom to a "toddler." (Although he doesn't toddle quite yet...and Landon insists he is a baby until age two. Fine with me!)
He still gives kisses, plays outside, and has adventures.
It's funny, but it all seems different now. I look at him and I see this little boy, full of personality and independence. In my head I know that nothing physically changed on his first birthday, but in my heart there is a new, small kind of longing for that tiny sweet baby who relied on me for everything; who fit so perfectly in my arms.
Then again, there is excitement that this little boy I now call mine knows who I am. He knows his name. He is learning and growing and feeling and loving every single day, and I get to be part of that.
All the same, a piece of me will always miss my baby. He occupies a special place in my heart, and he'll stay there forever. I am overjoyed at the prospect that each year, my mother's heart will expand -- to keep the place of all the little Walt's that came before, and love each grown-up boy even more than the last.

Happy Birthday, baby. I cannot wait to see what's in store for you. We love you, Walter boy!

1 comment:

Roger and Laurene said...

Landon is correct. He's a baby at least until he's two. Or maybe 26. Or perhaps even longer.

"I love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be." :)

Much love, baby girl.