First Birthday

My little Uriah turned one last week. It was a bitter-sweet moment for me. This past year has gone by faster than any year of my life! I remember every detail about the day he was born. It seems like he was a tiny baby for such a short time. He grew so fast in this year that I felt I couldn’t blink, for fear of missing things. It seems like just a few weeks ago he was so small he could barely keep his eyes open. Now here he is, one year old, walking, laughing, and playing like his brothers!

If it were possible, would I turn him back into a newborn again? NOT A CHANCE! As much as this was a year of fawning over his cute tiny features, it was also a year of trying to make sure those features didn’t cry. I was a crazy woman this year (even more than normal, that is!). I was running from one child to the next all the time. I would just get myself settled to nurse the baby when Graham would suddenly need help going potty or Rubin would need a drink before he died of thirst. I became an expert on crisis management while simultaneously nursing an infant! There were countless sleepless nights where I was up four, five, and even six times with the baby. Looking back, I know why this year went so fast – I was a zombie the whole time!

Don’t get me wrong, I love babies. The knowledge that I will, one day, have another comforts me when I think of Uriah turning into a toddler. But I am glad that he is now past some of the most physically exhausting stages. The year between ages one and two has been my favorite with my other boys and I am looking forward to this time with Uriah! Happy birthday little man!