My heart is pounding, trying to come up with the perfect words for Noah’s big one-year blog post. I can’t count the number of times others have told me “it goes by so fast!” Honestly, I didn’t agree at all for the first month. Time stretched out like a gooey mess (and we encountered a few of those)… the London summer olympics were our saving grace during nights awake and days at home with this tiny person who we didn’t really know yet.
But sometime during this year, we have come to know one another well. It’s incredible to me that there is another person on this earth, and not only is he a whole person, but he is my family, he has my curls and Mike’s gorgeous brown eyes, and he is is own person. I have watched him laugh, crawl, explore his curiosity, and even venture his first few steps over these last twelve months. The time is accelerating now, and I understand what those friends meant. Still, I’m caught between the sweet nostalgia of seeing his infant self safely tucked in a swaddle and the excitement of seeing him learn new things and hear those words that are on the tip of his tongue. It’s hard to know how you can cherish the recent past, live in excitement of things to come, and still want more than anything to live in the present.
Taking pictures helps me live in the present. Snagging glimpses of my boy, no matter if it’s with my iphone or my Canon 5d, remind me of the rich blessing of the “right now.” (It doesn’t hurt that I get to go back and look at those pictures later, too!)
Three cheers for Noah! Happy first birthday, baby boy.