I can’t believe my baby is a year old now. He’s still so tiny, so I hold onto that. He’s still a baby. Though his small size is a concern. It’s a catch 22. But it’s not about me, or how I feel about no longer having a baby.
It’s all about my baby right now, and I’m so happy for him to have his big celebration. He is developing into his own person and has accomplished a lot. He has overcome some difficulties and I’m so proud of him.
I thought his party might be overwhelming for him with all the people, but he actually loved it. He started out quiet, but interested. He watched everyone’s face, eager for their attention, which he seemed to expect. When they gaga-ed over him, he was ready with a shy smile. Then he looked back for more.
I’m so glad he realized the day was for him, and that he enjoyed it. I know I let the celebration of this guy fully sink in and linger. He’ll always be my baby.
