Despite the turbulence of the last few weeks, don't think there haven't been moments sprinkled here and there that make me thank God for this life. Sometimes I need to reflect back and think about the little moments that make up each day.
Moments like this.
When he crawls through the grass like a big cat stalking his prey, but this big cat? He mostly stalks crayons. They are the current favorite. Our couch now proudly bears the blue and pink marks to prove it.
Like this, when he got a clover stuck between his toes, then promptly tried to eat said clover. Since he is now crawling everywhere, the tops of his feet are constantly filthy. I do love those filthy, chubby feet. Those are the same feet that danced the soft shoe on my rib cage in the wee hours of the morning last year. I am still in awe of that.
Moments like this, when Jack got his first puppy kiss from a precious chocolate lab named Daisy. His face was priceless, all squinty eyed like his daddy when he smiles.
Or this, when he and Daddy picked a pretty flower for Mommy. And you better believe I have that flower pressed in wax paper in his baby book.
As these moments make up our days, our weeks, our months, I try to hold on to and savor each one. Because the last nine months have been a complete blur. Yeah, nine months already. He is a crawling, talking, waving, clapping, high-fiving big boy. The summer is drawing to a close, which means only a few more weeks with Daddy home, so we will be trying even harder to hang onto these special moments with our little family.