Sunday night I did something that I hadn't done in a while. I watched old videos of Connor. I laughed. I cried. I could physically feel my heart hurting a little... in a good way and bad. Good in that I could hear the joy and feel it all over again. Bad in that it was like a slap in the face as to how much my baby boy has grown up (cue teary eyes again) in the last year. I try so hard to stay in the moment with my babies, because I KNOW.. I KNOW they aren't going to be this little forever. He could wake up from his nap today and no longer be saying, "Mommy, holdge you", in that sweet little voice. It changes that quickly.
You see, I think that the moment you see your baby for the first time your heart becomes the most vulnerable. Vulnerable, because there is a piece of it that you no longer own. It has taken root into that sweet, squishy baby (that will eventually grow up) forever. You rejoice when they do. You hurt when they do. Like I said, they are it!
I'll leave you with one of my favorite videos. Oh, my sweet baby boy and that sweet voice.