Caution: Time is Flying!

It is a bit surreal that 365 days have come and gone since the day my baby boy was born. It makes me cry to think that he was an infant for just about a blink and now he is threatening to walk. I have been asking myself, "how is it that I take care of him everyday, feed him, change his diapers and give him baths (okay... Jon gives the baths, but you know what I mean) and not notice that he has grown into a little toddler overnight?

A friend of mine sent me an email of a letter that a mother wrote about this very thing. I have cut and pasted a excerpt of it here. I think it might be the answer to my question.

"But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."--from an email that I received from a friend

So this might sound a little heavy for a happy birthday post, but I thought I should acknowledge that time will fly whether I am living in the moment or not. So I am making a resolution to do exactly as the above mentioned mother suggested. I am going to "treasure the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less"! I love my son, I love all three of my beautiful gifts from God. I don't want to look back with even one regret!

(Crickets chirping)

Soooooo....Benjamin's Dump Truck party was awesome. I had of all the people I love to help make it a success! Every person that came contributed in some way to make it fab! Thank you everyone...you all make my life so rich! I am adding some pictures of my lil' Lito on his first birthday. I hope he could feel the love that filled our downstairs on Satuday afternoon. It was all for him. He is such a special little boy that makes us laugh with all of his "little weirdo" stuff. I should also say that the Dump Truck party was inspired by his "little weirdo" stuff. An example of "weirdo" is, he will get in the downward dog position and plow through any obstacle with his head. He will crawl head first into a glass door, not because he doesn't know that it is there, but because he thinks if he hits it hard enough it will open. He reminds us of a piece of heavy equipment, hence the Dump Truck Party. We might have a bit of a meathead on our hands here...but at least he will be a cute meathead!

Your Papa Bear and I love you Lito Mosquito!