how it does fly.

Time, I mean. My baby boy turns two years old tomorrow. How???  I think a child’s birthday is special in a way that no other day is. For me, it’s the anniversary of the day that our lives changed forever. When I changed forever.
As we sang happy birthday on Saturday night and that sweet little boy puckered his lips to blow out his first candle, my eyes filled with tears and I  lost it. I am sure the 40 people standing in the kitchen thought I was a lunatic, but something came over me and I couldn’t control the tears. I don’t know that I will ever be able to make it through his birthday song without crying- I can’t imagine that feeling ever becoming commonplace to the point that it won’t overwhelm me.  All I want to do is freeze him. right here. at 2. Where he is a baby, and a kid.Where He needs me, but he is testing his independence. Where he will hold my hand and kiss my cheek, but then run away and hide while flashing that little flirty impish smile. 
These moments are fleeting… I know that soon he’ll grow up and it won’t be “cool” to give me a kiss at when I drop him off at school. He won’t need Chad to rock him to sleep. He won’t need us to turn on his “choo choo’s” everyday after school. He will barely need us at all. I can’t stop him from getting older, though.I could sit here all night and think of all of the things I am going to miss about him being almost two. But I won’t- because tonight I will be busy… busy  building a fort, and sniffing his baby hair. and kissing each of his toes, and blowing bubbles (inside the house), and soaking up every single last moment of him being a  “_____ month old…” for tomorrow, @ 11:45 AM, he will be 2. a 2- year old. MY two-year old son.  Happy Birthday, Baby Cole… You are the biggest joy of my whole life and I am so blessed that you are mine :)

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