On Monday my baby turns two. By Monday morning this beautiful little human being will have been with me for two whole years. Quite a long time, isn’t it? I have been watching him intently all this time. I have seen him change so much. I have marvelled at how much he has grown. But no matter how old he is or will be, he is still my baby. My miracle. 

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I know I have been through all of this once before. But the first time, with my first born, was completely different… I was stressed out, impatient, worried about everything… and I mean everything… When his first tooth was coming out, I thought he was sick… I was about to call his doctor when my mum told me to check with a teaspoon if it was indeed just his first tooth… Paranoid, that’s the word I’m looking for. With my first born I was paranoid… And look at me now…

Ok, still a little paranoid but also more relaxed – in my mind’s eye I can see my husband bursting out with laughter just about now… But I am way more relaxed about my baby. I watch him play, I watch him eat, I watch him watch cartoons, I watch him sleeep… and I marvel…

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It’s so difficult to comprehend how miraculous it is that one tiny tiny cell can turn into such a beautiful human being, capable of everything. He is so cute, so smart, so funny, so emotional… He is so…

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And it amazes me how fast those two years have gone by… a blink of an eye really…

Wish I could stop the time and be able to experience everything connected with my two beautiful children for ever…

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Reklamy