What a difference a year makes!
My little boy is one year old tomorrow. How is that possible? I’m seriously muddled on my emotions. He is becoming a toddler in every way – he walks, he babbles constantly and he throws fits. He’s not very good at the last part, his heart doesn’t appear to be in it and I have a sneaking suspicion that he feels a tad silly. He understands that he can make people laugh and tries to do so whenever possible.
When I think back to the day he was born it seems like a distant hazy memory, like something that happened to someone else or a dream I had once. Yet, the day I carried him into our house and freaked out about germs and neatness and the overly excited dog is as fresh in my memory as this very morning.
A friend asked me how my life had changed since my Little Man graced the world. It’s such a huge question, but I stand by my simple answer – perspective. I know now what is important, I know what is just passing through my life and I know what’s most important.
I’m so much happier because of this life change.