It is amazing how the littlest of things can be the biggest things. I even hate writing it that way… in fact that one sentence I rewrote three times. I hate thinking of them as little but I think it expresses it the best. Every day you wait for those moments when your baby accomplishes their next milestone. When I look back on Owen’s first year it was pretty typical. He crawled, he laughed, he loved food, he even whistled. He walked when he was about 15 months, which seemed a little delayed to me but he was progressing. He was saying things like duck, dog but very few other thing. Sometimes he would say words so clearly and then never say them again. I waited for that sound of momma. I heard it because I knew that is what he was saying but when I actually heard mommy I wept. So the little things are truly what’s important to me because they are what fills the biggest spaces in my heart.
Tonight, he has put my slippers on my feet several times. This makes me so happy because he hasn’t learned to put his own shoes on yet. I’m so thankful for him trying.
Owen is trying to say more and more words every day. He will hold up different items for me to say their name and then he tries to repeat them. The other day he brought a block to me and it is one of the words he is pretty good with. Well he shows it to me and said “egg”. I said “block”. He said “egg”. I said “block”. He handed it to me and there was a picture of an egg. I got so excited. I was like score one for Owen.
The block, the slippers, the random hugs, the smiles, the belly gut laughs, the wide happy eyes are all things I have been waiting for. The little things that will always be the big things. Thankful every day to see these changes in him. Thankful that my friend suggested to take him off milk. Thankful!
With a lump in my throat and a tear on my cheek I look into my baby’s eyes and I’m thankful for all the joy he brings me.
Tonight, he has put my slippers on my feet several times. This makes me so happy because he hasn’t learned to put his own shoes on yet. I’m so thankful for him trying.
Owen is trying to say more and more words every day. He will hold up different items for me to say their name and then he tries to repeat them. The other day he brought a block to me and it is one of the words he is pretty good with. Well he shows it to me and said “egg”. I said “block”. He said “egg”. I said “block”. He handed it to me and there was a picture of an egg. I got so excited. I was like score one for Owen.
The block, the slippers, the random hugs, the smiles, the belly gut laughs, the wide happy eyes are all things I have been waiting for. The little things that will always be the big things. Thankful every day to see these changes in him. Thankful that my friend suggested to take him off milk. Thankful!
With a lump in my throat and a tear on my cheek I look into my baby’s eyes and I’m thankful for all the joy he brings me.
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