An hour ago I put Oliver to bed for his last night of sleep as a one year old. I can’t get over how quickly the last two years have gone by. I can’t believe he’s already two years old but at the same time I struggle to remember what life was like before he came along.
He’s changed so much in the past two years. Tonight he and I went to dinner together and he told me exactly what he wanted to eat - chicken and edamame - and we spent the entire meal having a conversation about what he had done that day, what he was eating, what he wanted to do tomorrow, etc. We talked about how Grandma is coming tomorrow and he told me that when he sees Grandma he is going to say: “Hi, Grandma! I need hug! Big kiss!”
He’s become such a lover boy just in the last week. We’ll be pushing him through the grocery store and he will look up, spread his arms wide and say: “Hug, Mommy!” It’s awesome (although it does add a considerable amount of time to our shopping trips).
Sometimes I find myself getting nostalgic for the little tiny baby who came into our life two years ago
but then I watch our little bundle of energy, running wildly across the yard declaring: “I fast! I fast!”
or leaning up against the garage door, counting to ten to play hide and seek
and I just get so proud and happy to be the mom of such an amazing little boy. He is spirited, almost always smiling and laughing and just a heck of a lot of fun to be around.
Happy Birthday, Oliver! Can’t wait to see what the next year has in store for you.
