Flying Time.

Remember this?

I do. Like it was yesterday.

I remember praying so hard for a baby and then suffering two miscarriages.

I remember finding out about his existence and loving him from the moment I first knew.

I remember feeling him kick and sharing that special moment – just between the two of us.

I remember going into the hospital to have him and coming out…a long time later.

He is the baby that officially made us a mommy and daddy.

He was an easy baby. Like ridiculously easy baby and handled transitions with ease.

His hair was light blonde, then changed to a more muddy blonde color.  Don’t dare call it yellow.

His eyes from blue to hazel.

He loved a binky & a blankie. He gave them up. Now he loves two blankies, trucks and cars, and a red Clifford carnival dog. He sleeps with all of them every night.

He is a great big brother {almost all of the time}.

He calls after his brother when he is running away.

I remember each milestone as if it was yesterday – the joy of his first word (ball), walking (just days around his 1st birthday), and the first two teeth poking out just in time for the Thanksgiving meal.

I laugh at his antics daily, I hug him daily just because, and I’ll never grow tired of my snuggle bug.

He is a true blessing in 38.5 inches.

He’s headed off to preschool tomorrow and I can’t believe just how quickly the past three and a half years have gone.

He is one of the best things we’ve ever done.