It is absolutely incredible to me that he's grown and changed in so many ways. That first night with him in the hospital, I held him against my side in bed. I measured his length from the crook of my arm to comfortably curled against just above my hip. No inches, no awkward stretching to get it exact... just a natural measurement that I wanted to brand into my mind for each subsequent birthday. It'd be my own, personal test of growth.
As I put Vince to bed, I held him against me again and tallied the differences in my mind, mentally "notching" his progression for subsequent years. His head lay comfortably against my shoulder, but his feet- no longer content to brush my hip- dangled sleepily over my torso and down across the arm of the chair. I whispered in his ear, "I thought I was gonna get to hold you like this forever, but you're growing so fast. Why are you growing so fast? Mommy wants you to stay here, small and comfy, in her arms forever."
Ugh - I can't believe how quickly time flies. I cherish our nightly bedtime routine because I get to appreciate his size and willing snuggles while I can. I can't help but wonder, though, if instead of holding him like I did last night, I'll be measuring him against my body as we snuggle on a bed instead of in our rocker next year. Considering we've pretty much outgrown the rocker already, this was likely the last birthday I could compare measurements while holding him in my arms like that.
My little boy... may you continue to grow and mature and learn new and wonderful things. But may you never grow so big that Mommy can't hold you in her arms. :)
I love you, little munch. And I thank God every single day for you. You are Mommy's most special blessing.