I feel like I have been posting a lot lately on this desire to pay attention and appreciate things. I guess that’s what happens when you start writing things down – you realize how fast it’s all changing and maybe how special it really is.
Jude turned 11 months old yesterday, y’all. I am feeling quite weepy about this. After weeks of excited party planning and looking forward to his birthday celebration, now I almost dread it.
I know this will pass and I’ll be happy to celebrate his milestone, but his monthly photo yesterday just has him looking like such a little man.
I can’t take it.
Ouch. My heart hurts.
I spent some time after he went to bed last night working a little on the scrapbook which means I am looking through his old photos, and can someone please explain who this baby is? I think I hardly remember it.
Weeping, I tell you. I weeped like a fool yesterday. But isn’t that the joy of happy? That you can’t make it stand still. We want to, but we can’t – which makes it all the more precious I guess.
Coffee is brewing. I’m off to have a second cup before someone wakes up.
Have a happy day.
“This moment contains all moments.” – CS Lewis