People. I remember the Sunday morning I took this picture.

Two days before FoH’s first birthday. Back at the end of April.

How have four months passed since this moment? Since this laughter and that smile?

He still wasn’t walking yet. Well, not on his own. He had his push carts he used. I found him trying to crawl up the steps into the bathroom. So proud of himself.

I want to hit pause. I keep going to look for pause. Yet. No such button exists.

I’m trying hard, damn hard, to hold on. To hug a little longer. To savor the times he wants me to hold him. The times he still falls asleep on me.

He makes my heart explode every day. I’m learning so much about Love.

Pure Love.