I am of late relishing when I’m allowed to cuddle my guy. He *just barely* still fits in my lap, legs draped around me and hanging off the side of the recliner in his room; but when he wants to snuggle to sleep he can melt into a surprisingly compact form.
His head fits differently on my shoulder, in the hollow above my breast. He smells different now, of little boy and frequently of peanut butter. But his hair is still so soft, and his cheek (the only thing that speaks to his remaining babyhood) invites kisses that won’t get wiped away.
He isn’t my first love, that’s saved for his Daddy. But he will always be my sweetheart and my Valentine – for no one will ever know him for as long as I have, or loved him for as long. He knows what my heart sounds like from the inside, every beat saying his name – before I even knew what it was. He shows me every day what Love is.
Happy Valentine’s Day, buddy. Mama loves you.
What a difference a year makes…
Happy Birthday, Son. You made us a happy little family.
Happy Father’s Day, Paul.
You are the most incredible Daddy to Kieran.
I thought I knew what love was. We’ve had a pretty amazing 19 years together. And I thought I knew what love was: the amazing, wonderful way I feel about you.
But then we became parents. And I’ve seen you laugh and cry more in this last year than I have in our whole relationship. (I think you could probably say the same about me though, which is really saying something…) I’ve watched you change thousands of diapers (3286 total and counting…) and watched you melt at your son’s gurgles, cries, and laughs. He is undoubtedly your best buddy. And you are his Hero. You are his Daddy.
I thought I knew what love was, but this year I’ve learned all over again why I love you, and how much I can love someone. You are an incredible Father. Kieran is SUCH a lucky little boy. And I am so blessed to have you both.
You’ve been my friend, my love, my help mate, my soul mate… but now you are the Father of my child as well. I have fallen in love with you all over again, as we’ve fallen in love with our son. He is the best gift we’ve ever given each other.
Happy Father’s Day, Honey. I love you so very very much.
I am so far behind on posting, I feel like I’ll never catch up. (Between the plague that was on this house for 5+ weeks, and life in general…. )
Kieran is almost walking, he’s almost talking, he’s almost eating chunky stuff. He laughs and babbles all the time. He terrorizes the dog and cats as often as he can. He stacks the rings on the ring stacker and puts the shapes in the right holes on his shape sorter. He loves to play with kitchen utensils, so I got him his own whisks and measuring cups and colanders at the $.99 store. He crawls and cruises at light speed, and follows us around the house.
He is incredible. And SO VERY BUSY. I know we’re going to spend the next 2 years chasing him.
Here’s a typical weekend day these days with our very busy baby:
There are, of course, more pics….