Now, I have a boy. A big boy who sleeps in a big boy bed. He goes to the potty all by himself. He eats with silverware. He can almost get himself dressed by himself.
Three years ago I had a baby. I held him close and kissed his head when I met him. Today, three years later, when he got up I hugged him and kissed his head. “Happy Birthday!” I exclaimed.
Then, I sent him off to pre-school and I headed to work. Seems so much has changed since this same day not so long ago. But so much has changed. He’s growing up. He has a little sister coming in a few months. Then, he’ll be an even bigger boy — a big brother.
The time sure does fly. Everyone tells you this before you have kids. And it’s the absolute truth.
I try to savor the moments as they come and enjoy the time we have together. Hopefully when he is all grown up he’ll still let me hold him close and kiss him on the head.