As we are counting down the days to Kaden’s first birthday, I keep having this overwhelming sense of nostalgia over the past year. It sometimes feels like years ago, and other times it feels like just last week when Stu drew a bath for me in the morning before we went to the hospital to have him.
He is so much more fun every single day. Last night we were playing on the bed while Stu was playing hand-held Yahtzee and Kaden kept anticipating being tickled so he’d start to laugh before I even got close to him. Then Stu was growling at him and “getting” him and he started growling back. Cute baby.
So then it makes me think of him growing up, since he’s already doing it so fast. It feels like it won’t be long now before I’m taking pictures of him in a tux outside on his way to prom (Kaden, be a respectful boy and always go up to knock on the door and shake the hand of your date’s parent(s). My son does not wait in the car and honk the horn. Remember that flowers are not old-fashioned and neither is holding open a door, or offering your jacket when she is cold. Tell her she is beautiful when she least expects it. Be her best friend. Hold her hand whenever you can. Most importantly be honest with yourself and those who are most important to you. Life is about the least-expected things, both big and small. Never settle.)
