I can't believe it is already close to a year. I just got this incredible tug of intense sadness.
Mostly for myself.
A little bit for Liam.
And a little bit for a couple of my friends who have children on the other side of the globe that will or have celebrate(d) their 1st birthday while their parents wait patiently here for them to come home.
But mostly for myself.
Because when I have a pity party I like to keep it simple.
This is it. It's been a year. I have to process this.
Don't get too excited though little boy....because techincally you are still just 11 months and 1 week, 6 days, and 18 hours old.
Because last time I checked...THAT does not equal one year.
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| Miles waiting for the dishing of the cake. |
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| How big is Liam?? |
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| Let's get this party started. |
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| A very silly cousin Wyatt |
1 comments:
every year the boys' birthdays leave me feeling a mix of joy-pride-sadness-excitement-nostalgia.
It's the most wonderful and difficult thing, watching them grow up.
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