I never think I have anything worthwhile to write about so I tend not to write (I also suck at grammar if you haven't already noticed). I do however continue to read. I love reading ever bodies posts. Then I thought I should just write about anything. Nobody going to reprimand me if it sucks (just the opposite, no one has ever left anything but encouraging comments). Blogging for me is a outlet so I should just let it out.
I had the opportunity today to stop by Bubbie's daycare during nap time. It melts my heart to see him sleeping on the toddler cot like a big boy.
I realized that my baby is no longer a baby. I am welling up with tears as I type this. I can remember the first moment I saw him and the recognition in his eyes at my voice. I can still remember the sweet smell of his soft fine baby hair and how it would stick up after I washed it. I replay his first year of life over and over in my head with total disbelief that he is 17 months old.
I never knew that I could love a short, messy, non-compliant, temper driven individual so much. He never follows direction, he tears my house up, he make more laundry than my husband and me combine, he waste perfectly good food, he make me late for work, he exhausts me and won't let me go to the bathroom in peace. Yet, I wouldn't trade his stinky butt for the world. Now that's love (I would never stand for that if it was my husband).
He has his good points too. He gives the best opened mouth sloppy kisses, his laugh will melt your heart, you can't have a bad day after he smiles at you, he learns something wonderful and new each day, and he smells great after a bath!
It amazes me that he is mine and the God has trusted me with this unique individual. I am definitely blessed and now I will be doubly blessed when then next one arrives. I know that when the new baby comes Bubbies will definitely no longer be my baby, but he will always be my Bubs.