We have a teenager in the house!
I can so vividly remember rocking this big teenager in his favorite rocking chair when he was a lot younger and a whole lot smaller. I would get so frustrated when night after night he would wake and ask to be rocked and just as he would fall asleep and I would ever so gently place him back in his crib, his beautiful eyes would pop open and in his sweetest 2 year old voice, he would say, "moe wock!"
One night, however, as I held him in my arms, rocking him for the umpteenth time, I suddenly flashed forward to when my first born was far too big to fit in my lap and far too old to want to be rocked and I cried and tried to take in all of the moment and remember every detail and savior every single second of those midnight rocks - just the two of us.
Well, he might be too big and too old now to be rocked but I will always remember that time with him and savior the memories that I knew as his mother, I needed to lock away.
His birthday came on a Tuesday this year (yawn), so he hasn't had a true celebration with his friends yet but we did have a mini little family celebration
|who knew you had to actually buy the decorator tip separately - huh!|