emily malloy

There are times when I look at my life and all I can think is how wonderful it is. I have a husband who loves me and baby boy I love more than I ever though was possible. What joy he brings to my life. Every. Single. Day. The wonder he has for everything is amazing for me to see. I think of how big he is getting and how fast he is growing up and I can't help but be incredibly sad. I will miss him as a baby. Dragging tools into the bathroom because that is where he watched us use tools. Sitting on the ground holding a book and muttering to himself while "reading". Whispering, who knows what, to himself as he wanders around leaving a trail of stuff behind him. Those little messes, everywhere, that I clean up every single day. Sometimes twice a day. His sweet little hands while he is sleeping. Warm and soft and wonderful. His chubby cheeks that bounce when he walks. His perfectly happy personality. How silly he is, teasing and laughing and sneaking around. I can't bear to think of it all leaving.

But then I think of the things that are coming. Talking, riding bikes, throwing balls (and dirt and grass and leaves, ooh my!) Discovering bugs (and me discovering them in his pockets and room, oh boy). My baby boy growing up into a big boy and then a big man, and I hope, oh I hope, that he will still love his mamma, and give me hugs and kisses. Even when he is a big boy.

What a crazy and miraculous thing this being a parent is. I'm so blessed to have this boy in my life. I wouldn't trade him for anything.