Nostalgia

I am sitting in our family room watching my little boy walk along the furniture. Every time he makes eye contact with me he laughs. He is overflowing with joy and watching him so am I. He returns himself to the floor and speedily scoots over to his jumperoo where he again stands himself up with the help of the toy he once loved but has now grown out of. Mobility trumps all.

I am over come with nostalgia as I reflect on this time last year. I am 6 months pregnant and was recently put on short term bed rest due to some unexplained contractions. My son flips and flops inside my belly and I pray silently for his protection. I worry about him. I hope that he will stay in there and grow and flourish until it is time for us to meet. He does of course and that moment is nothing short of miraculous. He is strong, healthy and absolutely flawless.

Although it has been a long 9 months since then for me personally, his journey thus far has flown by. He is now a little boy. Fearing nothing he scales the stairs like he’s been doing it his whole life rather than only 3 days. He is a daredevil. Yet at the same time his heart is the size of this earth and he loves nothing more than to snuggle with you and exchange smiles back and forth. His personality shines. He is perfect and we all so very blessed.