First Birthday

I am definitely going to start crying as I type this. After we put Buster to bed on Sunday, I sat down and suddenly felt this overwhelming sense of finality. One year. Who would have thought we'd make it this far? I know as we were packaging up our new baby boy one year ago, I didn't have any sense of how or what I would feel a year later. And as I look back over the course of the year, there is more joy and happiness than I can remember in the prior 33 years combined. So why do I feel this sense of sadness? It must be because my baby isn't a baby anymore. He's a boy. A person. Somehow I feel like I am losing him already. I hope that these wonderful memories of him never fade. That he will continue to make me look at life in a new way. Open my eyes to the simple things. And help me keep a sense of humor about the not so simple things (horse noises for example). An exerpt from my favorite children's book says it nicely:

"For never before in story or rhyme, not even once upon a time,
has the world ever known a you my friend, and it never will, not ever again."