It is with mixed emotions that I sit here, contemplating.

Wondering. Trying, attempting — to wrap my mind around the fact that I will soon, as of a little over an hour from now, have a two-year-old.

Two YEARS, People. TWO.

I cannot. Even. Wrap. My. Mind. Around. It.

At all.

How? Where has this time gone? I sit here, remembering. The long, lonely, ardorous nights of round the clock feedings. Of massive milk production and no sleep. Of all the Netflix series’ I blew through on the couch to keep me awake.

I look at how much FoH has changed and grown on every single level. I see this little human person he is and is in transition of becoming. I want to hit pause. To stop. Just ever so briefly.

Thus is time. So we continue. We move forward. Knowing change is around every single corner.

I can’t wait to see what this second year around the sun holds for him.