This morning, Ben woke up later
than usual. He watched TV, played with
his new toys, ate pancakes and “dip” (syrup) for breakfast and we went on a
walk in the river valley. It was a seemingly
normal day, his last day as a one year old.
Before bedtime, I kissed his soft cheek and we said our goodnights. Tomorrow morning he will wake up and turn
two. Just like that, we’ll have a two
year old.
It’s hard to believe we’ve
been parents, learning and growing alongside him, for two whole years. It feels like just yesterday he slept beside
me, a little stranger tucked under my arm in that hospital bed. Today, he is the most familiar part of my
world and I feel so fortunate to be his mom.
Our lives have changed so much since his arrival yet somehow, it feels
like he was a part of us all along.
