Then the next thing I knew, I waxing the hell out of nostalgia. I mean, seriously, how could I not…
THIS Fatty Fat Fat Preggie Boom Boom… Delivered THAT Miracle 24 hours later...
THEN…
THIS Sweet Baby Boy Became… THAT Badass Toddler…
I just cannot get over how incredibly blessed I am to be this little boy's mother. When I look back over the near two years of his life so far, I am just amazed by how much he has grown and accomplished. He has learned to crawl, walk, run, climb, feed himself, talk, sing, laugh, cry, be naughty then cheeky and cute enough to get away with it, and then terrorize the cat, yet still be sweet enough in-between so that the cat too forgives him… put on his own shoes, take off his pants and diaper (much to my horror), and every single day be so brilliant and kind that I find myself left speechless and overwhelmed by love. Yep, I am so incredibly blessed to be that little miracle's mother.
As we all become consumed by the events of the holidays with time off, parties, gift shopping and giving, and of course, planning big dreams for the New Year, please take this moment right now to think back on the blessings that you already have.
I don't know about you, but when I do, I can no longer think of anything else that I could possibly want this holiday season… well, except a holiday somewhere warm with my blessings.
When you think back, what are your fondest memories?
