As the years passed, the sleepless nights, dirty diapers and temper tantrums soon turned into preschool playdates, new scooters and football themed birthday parties. Which then turned into grade school science projects, impossible math homework and countless soccer practices. So much of my life, detailed via words in this journal, was spent consumed with loving, protecting, nurturing and keeping this boy close to me.
Flash forward to today, when the baby I wrote about on those first few pages of that journal somehow went and turned 16. Blowing up balloons in the kitchen for him earlier, I wonder, "Wasn't he just 2, blowing out the candles on his Wall-E cake? Didn't he just have that superhero birthday party, begging to wear his Ironman costume all day? When did he outgrow the John Deere riding toy he drove around our backyard in every day for years?"
Many journal pages ago I guess.
So this 16-year-old kid gets to trade in his learner's permit for a real Arizona driver's license and finally take off in that special first car birthday present that's been waiting for him in the garage for a few months now. With each birthday, this smart, funny, athletic, talented boy goes further and further out into the world, despite his momma wanting desperately to hang onto him a bit longer. It's getting hard to keep hold. So I'll keep writing about my love for him and his sisters and about the love I continue to have for his dad, who gave me the greatest gift of motherhood 16 years ago today.