Someone at our house had a birthday today.
Despite my best efforts to stop it from happening, my sweet little man turned one.
Kole was excited. For what he didn't know.
What he did know was that everyone he saw throughout the day was awfully happy to see him. And smile at him. And sing to him. And he quite enjoyed all of the attention.
What he didn't enjoy was his birthday hat. He humored mom just long enough for a few pictures, and then was done humoring.
He was a bit unsure about his cake,
but after immense coaxing and excitement from his sisters,
he decided it was a good thing after all.
So now my little man has moved from size 6-12 to 12-18 months.
I have survived my very last "year of the baby". I thought it would feel so good. And can I be honest?
I sat down last night and started a post at around 8:00 pm. A post all about my sweet Kole. Random pictures from the past year and random things about him that make him so special to me. By 9:00 the tears were flowing from my eyes so quickly that I couldn't see my computer screen. I couldn't finish the post (obviously). I cried for two hours straight and have continued to cry on and off throughout the day today. Words can't express how much this little boy means to me and how grateful I am to have him in my life. And I guess I'm having a harder time than I thought I would watching him grow so quickly. Where did that year go? I was just bringing him home from the hospital. It feels like last week. Those of you who have followed my blog for a while know that I can't have any more children, and I'm so ok with that. This isn't about wanting another baby. I guess it's just about wanting Kole to stay my baby forever.
Happy birthday sweet boy. You bring so much joy to this family and I treasure each moment I get to spend being your mommy.