A decade or two from now,
will I remember Ben, standing at the front window driving his cars back and
forth on the windowsill? Will I remember
the sound of his infectious little giggle or his nonsensical babbling? Will I remember that he calls jam, “jubby” or
Buddy the cat, “Bobish”? All of these
moments, all of these seemingly mundane, glorious moments will slowly be
replaced by new ones. My toddler will morph
into a child, an older Ben, a different Ben as time passes. Sometimes I think back to a year ago and
wonder if I really remember what life was like with a nine month old? Do I remember all the little things he did that
I loved or are they all just faded memories by now? Life passes quickly and it feels like my baby
is slipping away. I love who he is now
and I can’t wait to see whom he grows up to be, but sometimes I miss who he
was. Slow down little man, let's push pause for awhile, it’s going by
way too fast...
