Saturday, May 26, 2012

10 months old


Owen,
Happy ten months, little man. When you were a newborn, I would think ahead to the day when you'd be older and could communicate more and tell me what you wanted. And today I find myself thinking back to the newborn days and wishing I could have glimpses back.

I want to see "little" you again. The little you I could carry in one arm. Who would swing in his little swing and watch the birds on his mobile and smile. Who would fall asleep in our arms, and stay there for hours. Who would cry that sweet baby cry every time you didn't have our undivided attention. Who wouldn't fill out his clothes . . . ever. Who would stretch those baby stretches and make me feel like the luckiest person on earth.

The first time you smiled. The first time you laughed. The first time you held my shoulders as if it were a hug. The first time you had a fever and we thought the whole world had stopped. The first time you took your first spoonful of food.

Can you blame me for remembering all of this today? You are getting farther and farther away from being a little baby and inching closer to being a little guy. You are full of personality.  You are so independent. You do not want to be held, you want to play and dance and explore on your own.

When I look at you, I see the cutest, most loving, most giggly, most sweet, most wonderful little boy. I see grace. Because I never did a single thing in my life to deserve you, yet I have you.

You bring me joy, Owen, and I love you.

Mommy


(not sure of weight/length but we go back to the doctor next week and I will update then)

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