It's vicious cycle. But what can you do? Nothing. It goes by so fast, I don't think I've had time to process J'dilla's birthday and the ceremonial (not really) first haircut. Now it's M's birthday and I don't have enough fingers to count his milestones. It's ridiculous how much and how fast my number 1 son is growing. He is such a little smarty pants (good and bad, I often have to pull him back from the dark side). I can't tell you how many times I just look at him in total bewilderment. Like when he said earlier this week, "Mommy, I want to go see Jack Fitzgerald on Hudson Street because he buys you cars." or when he declared last month that he wanted our next trip to be to India, and I definitely was amazed when he started reading, like, words. Who knew that after 26 hours of labor, my strongest memory was the first time me and my (not so much a baby anymore) first child looked at each other for the first time.
No matter how much he has grown, that will be my favorite memory of him. Even today, when I look into his ginormous brown eyes, I still melt.
I'ts in these eyes that I see the promise of something major. I'm not sure what yet, but I trust I'll be proud. I mean, he hasn't disappointed yet.
Happy Birthday number 1!
