Watching you sleep curled up next to your stuffed little puppy dog, I tried to hold the tears inside but there were so many emotions going through me.
This was the night before you turned one.
Images flashed before me. The shots to get pregnant, the ultrasounds, labor, long delivery and finally, that priceless first moment when I got to hold you for the very first time. I could almost smell that newborn scent all over again. If only I could have somehow bottled that up! You were the sweetest baby boy and a dream come true.
All of my friends who had been down that parenting road before had warned me that it would go too fast. I remember holding you ALL the time knowing that you would only be so little for so long. You never had to cry it out because I was there in an instant, unable to ignore the tugging I felt at my heart when you were upset in the night.
We walked with friends and their babies. From big stroller to little stroller to traveler stroller, we went everywhere. Okay, most of the time we were in Target but we happily strolled.
You banged on instruments and sang songs as we skipped in a circle at mommy and me music classes.
You refused to sit and listen for library story time because you preferred to run around looking at just about every single book in the children’s section.
You learned to high five, wave good bye, say “dada”, say “mama”, and crawl. When you walked, we cheered!
There were times we couldn’t figure you out and even now, we still can’t knowing very well you get that craziness from both of your parents.
Off to daycare you went with your little puppy dog and everyone fell in love with you. Your smile and energy lit up a room as you begged your teacher to read the “bus book”.
Singing your ABC’s, Twinkle Twinkle and all of your mommy’s favorite country songs, you melted our hearts and entertained our closest friends.
There is something to be said about the first grandchild that thrills and delights the grandparents.
You grew older and found your voice. It is never so loud as when you beg for 9 more minutes before bedtime or when you do not get your way. Thank you for skipping the terrible twos. I so wish I could say thank you for skipping the trying threes stage but we all know that didn’t happen.
Four was a year that you really became an awesome big brother, played baseball, and actually cleaned your room once. We had conversations that blew my mind and you still have so many questions that I can’t answer. You try my patience and fill my heart with love and joy.
When I say, “I love you.”, you say it back. Sometimes, you even say it first.
So now here we are again. This time, it is the night before your 5th birthday and I watch you sleep with your little stuffed puppy dog.
I still wonder how you got so big so fast. Soon, you will be off to kindergarten with new adventures to share.
A tear falls and the flashbacks begin once more-
And I can almost smell that newborn smell.
Happy 5th Birthday to my dream come true!!! I love you to the moon and back!
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