He wasn't always a happy baby. There were times when he would scream and cry and I would sit in the chair in tears because I just KNEW I was doing something wrong. But those times didn't come as often as they could have. What happened more often were the moments that made me smile - the first smile, the first word, watching him cruise around, hands on the couch, watching him take his first steps. Knowing that, from the moment he first arrived, my life would be different, and that this would always be my baby.
I sit here today and wonder where the time went - both for him, and for me. The little girl is now the woman. The baby is now the boy. It doesn't seem like enough time has passed for this to be reality.
Time is funny that way.