I can't believe my little boy is turning ONE tomorrow.
I can't believe that his age is now measured in YEARS. I still remember telling people he was X number of days old.
But look at what I get in return: bundles and bundles of cuteness, love and joy. Even with an infinite amount of pain, heartbreak and hard work that parenting entails, I could never repay the joy this little man gives me in life.
I mean just look at him sitting there like a little old man that he is.
Having his cake.
And eating it too.
Pretending like he knows how to eat like a little gentleman.
Sitting there on the ledge as though he just happened to walk on by
And taking a rest coz it's so damn tiring being a little person
Lining up his shots already... of cake of course.
And one day those shots will be of tequila... and I suppose I have to be cool with that coz we all did it too.
And BAM there it is.
He is going to be his own person. Doing all the things I did as a kid. As a teenager. As a young adult. And maybe even one day, a father.
A landmark of his age is both heart breaking and heart warming because every birthday is a reminder of him growing into himself as a person. Just like me, he will go through all of life's stages and live all while struggling with all his faults, wielding all his strengths and trying his damnedest to be happy.
|so grown up he even uses not plastic cutlery now|
Harry is no longer just a blob of a baby wailing for his needs to be fulfilled. He has stepped up one rung in life to be the fun loving, affectionate little boy that he is who loves kissing and hugging his mummy and would drop everything to play with Daddy.
Step one, on a life long journey, done and dusted. And what a beautiful ride it has been so far. I am so proud to be your mummy my little Harry. You are beautiful and my heart feels almost bursting everyday with love and pride stretching my capacity for love to infinity just by your very being.