Sentimental me

As your first birthday grows nearer and nearer, I become more and more sentimental and wishing time would just slow down.  

I want to hold you longer.  

Savor the moments.  All of them. 

Memorize, once again, all the many folds in your still baby skin, your ten fingers (that now point and clap, hold crayons and splash in the bath, high five and put food in your mouth) and still tiny toes.  

I want to keep you in my arms and on my lap as long as I can when you drift off to sleep at night.  

All is want is to kiss those chubby cheeks again and again. Over and over.  

I want to bottle your laughter and listen to it on days that need cheer.  

You're growing up, my firstborn.  And I so enjoy watching you do it. You're amazing. You are. 

It's been the greatest joy of mine and your Daddy's life to watch you grow and flourish.  We love you!  And we are thankful to God for entrusting us with your care. It's the best and biggest role I've ever played. I love being your mama. 

There will be more writing to come my little man.  You know me. ;)