This time a year ago, I looked like this:
A week later, I had this to show for it:
My beautiful boy will be a year old next Thursday.
CJ is ALL BOY. He is loud, rough-and-tumble, fearless. He shouts just for the sake of shouting. He hurls himself over any barrier that lies in his path. He attacks loves the cat with such ferocity that I fear for his eyes, lest they be scratched out. He has had two black eyes, knots on his noggin, and countless scratches and scrapes. He is such a little force of nature. I cannot stop him, I can only hope to contain him.
And here we are, a week before his first birthday. I am excited and sad at the same time. I’m so happy for him to grow up and be healthy, but MY BABY IS GROWING UP. Before I know it, he won’t need me to get him to sleep, help him eat his meals, comfort him when he wakes up at night, kiss his b00boos. He’ll be a big boy soon.
So for now, for as long as I can, I’m going to soak up my baby, while he is still a baby.
I am so thankful for this child, this wonderful gift. Words cannot express how much I love him. I cannot remember my life without him. He has brought me so much joy and happiness. I get down on my knees every day and thank God for this undeserved blessing.
Thankful. So grateful.