525,600 minutes
"Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear."
I recall. . .
- that cry. The first cry of my son.
- that moment of complete stillness when I first saw him. Complete love coming over me, and yet disbelief; how could I have borne a being so beautiful, so perfect?
- Simultaneously feeling in awe, feeling overwhelmed, and feeling "connected" to every other mother in a new and sacred way
- up late at night, nursing, nursing, nursing
- up late at night, just gazing, gazing, gazing
- seeing my husband change instantly into a father, and a wonderful one at that
- his tiny baby clothes. How I love each outfit so much still
- that beautiful coo as he watched the ceiling fan turn round and round
- how he would wriggle so happily when I would sing to him
- watching him fall asleep at my breast
- being in awe of his tiny hands and tiny toes
- being told over and over "enjoy these moments, they grow up so fast". I already have a glimmer of how true that is.
I love you, Noah. Happy birthday, sweet one.
How about Love?"
Hi Jenna,
ReplyDeletesuch a beautiful post, and such a beautiful boy you have! As I was reading this, it was reminding me to cherish all of those moments with Abigail now because I know that if I blink I will miss it and she will be all grown! Thanks so much and glad to hear you enjoyed a lovely day celebrating your little boy :)