He was this...
And then he was this...
I promised myself long ago I'd never be sadder about then than I am happy about now, yet I still can't believe how tricky time can be. Slow-as-molasses days and quick-as-an-eye-blink years.
How does that add up?
Sometimes, when he looks at me, I can feel him growing up right before my eyes and it's both miraculous and scary as hell. No no no, stop stop stop, is my instinct, but my instinct is all wrong when it comes to this.
The brief stabs of pain watching him grow means that things are exactly as they should be. It means that, oh thank god, I'm one of the luckiest ones.
But, damn, wasn't he JUST THIS?
I'm all about embracing things as they are, age, time, life, yada yada, but you should know I'm doing all that embracing while staying slightly unconvinced I'm not being punked. HAHA, you still have a two-month-old, JUST KIDDING ABOUT THAT TODDLER, WE GOT YOU!
I'd totally believe them, too. Totally.