Last night I sat on the floor and watched you run around for 45 minutes before bed. You were playing with three items: a small tub of Vaseline, your little stuffed pig (Kevin Bacon) and my underwear that you pulled out of the clean basket. You carried all three items back and forth between your chair and your table, putting them down, saying "bye bye" before picking them back up again and running over to your next destination. I recorded most of it just so I would forever have that memory. Maybe you will see it, maybe you won't. But I want to say that I am so happy you are in our life, you have taught me to slow down and appreciate the innocence of time.
You will never be as little as you were yesterday and as much as I love watching you grow up, I find myself torn between loving and hating each new day.
I sat there as you ran all over the house trying to catch the dogs while holding those three items and I just cried. Not because I was sad, but because I can't believe we are already in this place where you can run, jump, put together words to form requests, climb up the slide and even more that doesn't come to mind.
I never want to forget these little moments, I want them to become lifelong memories for us to keep for the rest of time.
Some days are easier than others but every day is worth it and that's all because of you.