The Last Days of 1

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love.  It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.  
~Edwin Hubbell Chapin

We are about 3 weeks away from Garrison's 2nd birthday. I am trying to soak up all these last days of him being 1 that I can. It seems as if he hasn't been a baby for a long time, but I knew he was just 1, so he was by default - a baby. 2 years old though, is not a baby. I will no longer have a baby *tear*.

Some of my favorite moments with him are in the morning. He is a late riser and loves to just play in his crib and read his books. His crib is his comfort zone. He loves it. He never cries for me to take him out. He sleeps for 12 hours at night and takes a 3 hour nap. When he is awake and done 'reading' he starts saying "Mommy, where are yoooouuuuu?" Although I hear it at least twice a day, it melts my heart every time. When I walk into his room, his whole face lights up and he starts asking where his sister is.

When I lay him down for his nap or for the night, we have developed a little routine. After I get him in and put all of his books in that he wants for the next morning, I reach down lift up his head and give him a kiss and hug. Immediately following he says "one more hug, pease", so I do. This goes on and on, until I finally start to walk away and then he says "just one last time", and he gets his last kiss and hug of the night. He then always tells me "sweet dreams Mommy" and blows me kisses until I shut the door.

I feel am so blessed to have a little boy with such a big heart. I will always cherish our kisses goodnight and his little hands tightly around my neck in the morning. He makes everyday worth living. It's amazing at just 1 year old, he makes me feel special. But, truly he is the special one. I will always be so deeply in love with him. And, at 2, 22 or 52 he will ALWAYS be my baby.