I've been thinking about this a lot lately. It seems that the older I get, the faster time goes. Tomorrow is my son's birthday and it seems impossible that he could be turning ten years old. How did ten years go by so fast?? I remember like it was yesterday the day I found out that I was pregnant with him. I was twenty years old, newly married and living in a tiny apartment on the north side in the city. Kevin and I were young, broke and pretty unsure of how to provide for ourselves much less another person. But it's funny how things work out. I remember the first time I saw him and held him, the day we brought him home from the hospital and how scared I was, the first time he smiled at me and how it made me feel, the first steps he took, his first day of school, the first time he rode his bike without training wheels........ everyone tells you how fast it all goes by but you just don't realize it at the time!!
Looking back on the past ten years and all of those firsts, I realize that years aren't really a good way to measure time at all. Years are just a way to keep track of all the beautiful memories and life that happens in between. I am so grateful for this time I have with him - to be able to watch him learn and grow into the amazing person he is becoming. I can only imagine what kind of firsts he'll have over the next ten years. Happy Birthday to one of the best people I know. I am so lucky you're my son. I love you, my little old soul.
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