• And Time Stood Still

         So today I’m feeling weepy about the boy getting so big. I’d like to blame it all on Instagram and TBT for making me look thru old photo’s and walking down memory lane. Truth is I’ve been fighting this feeling for awhile. Every day I have seen that little baby fade away more and more until this past week, when suddenly, he officially crossed over and became a full-fledged toddler. Every last bit of babieness is just gone. And while I’m so unbelievably happy and excited for what’s to come a part of me is very very sad. I tried everything in my power to make it slow down, to savor every minute of it because I knew it would go just this fast. I spent every waking minute with him in those early months, held him for almost every nap, and stayed awake long after he was in bed for the night just staring at him and drinking him all in. Even when I knew I should set him down so that I could accomplish some mundane chore or take some ‘me time’  I would think, “No, these moments will be gone before long, you won’t always get to hold him, to snuggle him, to feel our hearts beat together as he dreams. This is going to be over before you know it. Eat up every second, keep holding him, keep singing to him, keep breathing him!” and so I would. We would stand there slowly swaying in the sweet spring air, sunlight filtering thru our windows and dancing around us as the words “rock me mama like a wagon wheel” softly played in the background. In those brief moments it felt as if we were frozen in time, just the two of us, oblivious to the big wide world spinning so quickly around us. So even though it still feels as if I looked into his eyes for the first time, went to bed and woke up to him running thru the house grunting and giggling and chasing the dog, I can still vividly go back to those soft sweet and most precious moments, those moments when time did stand still, if only for a few seconds.