Today marks the week my son will turn one. I pause as I write this, feeling the full weight of the words. ONE. It’s a pretty incredible feeling, something only a mother can know and otherwise impossible to convey. What I can convey, however, is the pure awe and relief I feel. WE SURVIVED. We survived and conquered, and while a few meltdowns were had along the way, we never lost heart. In fact, my heart has grown such an immeasurable amount that I fear it might explode.
And watching him explore the world can only be described as magical. I often wonder what it would be like to view life through his eyes – everything so new and wonderful and mysterious. The kid oozes curiosity, his face forever glowing with an expression of sheer amazement. His personality is really something special (as any mother would say). I never knew a baby could have such an impressive sense of humor! But he isn’t such a baby anymore, is he? He’s growing up right before my eyes and it is so, so bittersweet. My little Snugglebug is gaining his independence, finding his confidence, and embarking on this adventure we call Life with zeal.
What really gets me, though, is the way he looks at me. I asked my husband the other day if he thought Greyson knew what love was. But looking into those eyes, I know the answer: YES, a thousand times. I am his life line, I am his comfort, I am his joy bringer and his laughter maker. I am the one who wipes away his tears, sings him solace, and kisses him goodnight, each and every night. Yes, he knows love, through the insurmountable love I have for him. And I can only hope he knows this love more and more through each passing year.
Happy Birthday Little Man. I love you!