Today my baby, excuse me, big boy turned 3! It’s been 3 whole years since the day he was born and he’s changed, and changed my life, more than I ever could have imagined.
In so many ways I can’t believe it’s been 3 years already. It’s been 3 years since I stopped going into the office everyday; 3 years since I could just decide, spur of the moment, to go shopping or out for happy hour; 3 years since I slept well on a regular basis.
Yet, in so many ways I can’t believe it’s only been 3 years. It’s only been 3 years that I’ve been getting someone else up every morning (or rather, someone else has been getting me up); just 3 years since I’ve been responsible for meals, and tooth brushing, and bed times; 3 years since playdough, toy cars, and lovey hugs and kisses became part of my everyday.
And it’s still changing…always changing. Kids are a constant reminder that time is passing by, evidenced by their continually growing taller, smarter, and more independent. Thanks, Brady, for reminding me to be grateful for every moment.