I loved those first days with you. You don’t remember them, but I do. You were such a quiet, content little baby. You just snuggled and nursed and napped. In those first few days, Joseph proved to not only be a sweet big brother, but also a very loving and gentle brother. I was amazed that there was no sibling rivalry. No jealousy. No hateful glares. Just love. Pure, fresh brother love.
As time went on, your little personality emerged. You were so curious from the very beginning…
As you continued to grow, you tried so hard to keep up with Joseph. You learned to crawl quickly which was a great triumph in your eyes…finally you could chase brother down the hall! I can still hear your giggle echoing down the hallway when he’d turn to chase you. Oh and you discovered the art of playing with Daddy. Rolling, tickling, chasing…
Now you’re no longer content to watch life from the sidelines. You participate in everything we do, whether it be preschool or playing ball, we find you in the center of the action, happy to be a part of the excitement.
You’re always such a happy little boy (even happier now that you can walk and really keep up with Joseph!). Seems like these days you and Joseph are stuck together with glue…where we find one of you, we find the other. You follow him around, happy to do whatever he’s doing. And the few times when he doesn’t let you play with him, you’re happy to come find me and help me in whatever way you can.
I’ve learned now that one of the greatest battles I will always face as a mom is an internal conflict regarding the passage of time. On one hand, I rush you, in my mind, to grow up, eager to see you learn new things, hear your 1st word, watch as your personality blossoms. But on the other hand, I desperately try to slow down time, wanting to savor each moment. I look at you today, one year old, and I want to stop time. I want to always be able to see you as you are today…so full of life, so curious, so very, very happy.
Happy Birthday my sweet little one year old!