Elijah Riley,
Boy oh boy. I am celebrating your transition to double digits - at least in months. It's a bittersweet time because it means more than 9 months have passed since you've been with us and yet I feel as if it was only a few weeks ago when we brought you home.
I remember swaddling you tight each night, changing your tiny preemie diapers, putting on clothes that seemed to drown you because even the newborn sizes were too big. Now you've made your way to 9 and 12 month clothes, size 3 diapers, and table food.
I love all the stages. I love your developing personality. We've gone from a baby swing and bouncey seat to a playroom stocked full of toys that you love to explore. We used to wait for you to crack a smile - knowing full-well it was probably not intentional, and now we clap and cheer because you've learned to say "baby" and "bye-bye."
I love that you're growing up and discovering the world around you - and yet at the same time I am sad that you aren't my little 'baby' anymore. The other reality of you hitting 10 months old is that first birthday is right around the corner, and while I'm already happily planning a big celebration, I know we're just months away from baby graduating to toddler. Seeing how quickly these months have already flown by, I know that isn't going to take long to happen at all.
Still, little one, you will always be my boy. And despite how big you get, or how independent you grow (the video above is a prime example of you wanting to assert your own abilities), I pray over you everyday. I pray for you to grow in wisdom and stature, to grow up knowing you are loved, and having the love of God ingrained in you.
With each new milestone, and each new stage, I bittersweetly say goodbye and hello. But no matter what, I will always hold you close.
Love,
Mommy
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