yesterday, our last leg of this epic family adventure, was the baby’s birthday. yesterday, our little guy turned two.
the lips! for the love. [andy’s photo, across the breakfast table.]
i’ve been a mom for nearly 11 years, & i have to admit, i’ve been dreading this day for a really long time. like, nearly 11 years. the day my littlest one was no longer really a baby. this might seem a little up hill, a little dramatic, but there’s something tidy & secure about a tiny one all tucked up against you all the time. the universe feels safe, the world spins on kilter.
but now that i’m here, leif-as-two, i’m kind of relieved. is that weird?
lake superior, baby. bam-o.
as in, wow! we did it!! we’ve brought four tiny, helpless creatures into the world & through babyhood! hooray, we might get a full night sleep sometime in the next year! i can almost reason with this new 2-year-old (just kidding.)!
i’m surprised at myself, & really that’s a pansy way of saying i’m surprised at God. because Who’s doing the untangling? credit where credit. . . . yes. i’ve been planning for YEARS, people, to be sad when i hit this landmark. [how depressing is planning ahead to be sad? come ON.] & i know i’ve got hoards of time ahead of me, so-help-me-God, especially since my kids are all still technically “little”. plenty more growing up to be done in this here household, yessir. but babies-aren’t-us anymore.