I guess I've been in a mild state of denial that my baby is now one year old, and I've drug my feet on this post! I can't believe he's one. I see him as such a baby still, but I guess that's how it goes when it is your baby. Do they ever really grow up in a mama's eyes?
On the day Jake was born, I woke up at 4:00 a.m. having contractions (and went into immediate denial that I could be in labor...Jake seems to have that effect on me!). At 4:35 I woke up Karl. After a lot of stalling on my part and incredible patience on Karl's part, we arrived at the hospital at 6:00. My contractions were 1 1/2-3 minutes apart at that point. Jake was born at 9:45 that morning.
The world became a better place when he took his first breath. There was a sweetness, tenderness, and beauty in the world that hadn't been there a minute before. I had spent months worrying and crying that I wouldn't love him as much as I Cooper and that I wouldn't have the same bond. I laugh at that now.
The moment I saw him, I was so head over in heels in love that I really believe I saw a glimpse of what it'll be like to enter Heaven one day. Everything felt so perfect. I looked at Karl a little bit later that day and giddily told him, "I do love him!" He laughed and said, "I told you you would."
And oh how I do love this little boy, my baby boy. He is a joy. I've said it so many times on this blog, but he brings such a peace to our family. The first year is so special as you witness your tiny brand new baby grow, learn, and explore. Each stage is so short-lived, and each day is an adventure. He is my little baby no longer; he is now my curious, sweet, sensitive, easy-going little toddler who tries to become more and more independent by the day.
Thankfully he has a wonderful big brother who likes leading the way for him. I pray they always will find a way to walk through life together like this.
Happy 1st Birthday, Sweet Jake! You are the joy of our lives!
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