Somehow you are 10 months today. I don't know how. The days slip by. We get up, we play, we have breakfast, you nap, we go to the park, day melts into evening, you drift off to sleep. You wake during the night and cry out - to see if we are there, to see if you are not alone. You are not alone little boy. You are deeply cherished, deeply loved.
You pull yourself up to standing now - creep around the room holding onto furniture. You marvel at big kids. You long to walk - I can see it in your eyes. You are slowly weaning - the fullness in my chest each morning tells me this is true. You hold your own cups, drink from a straw, feed yourself. The shadow of your baby days is slowly edging out of my life - to make room for the little boy, the young man you will become.
You love people. You smile huge and clap whenever someone enter the room. You are quick to anger, but also quick to recover. Your laugh makes me swell with pride and joy. Your tears make my chest ache. There is no greater privilege than to parent you. Thank you for coming, my sweet baby boy.
