One More Day

I officially only have one day left with my one year old.  Although he has obviously been closer to two for quite some time now, and I have been saying for so long he is almost two; two is suddenly a number I don't want to hear.  I was rocking J the other night because he was sick and just wanted to be held.  He takes up my entire lap now and in fact his feet dangle off the side of my lap.  I am continually changing and shifting to help him find a comfortable position.  Just what seems like a short time ago I could hold him up on my chest and there was nowhere else he would rather be.  Now he finally gets tired of shifting and says "Momma, lay down."  Then he does just that.  Granted once he does lay down, he points to the bed and says "Momma, you."  Meaning he wants me to lay with him.  So I do most nights.  Just for a while because I know someday he won't want me anywhere near his room.  That brings tears to my eyes.

I was watching the students in the carpool line this morning.  They would bounce out of their parents' cars while their parents waved goodbye.  Unfortunately in many cases I was the only one that saw the wave.  The kids were already halfway to the building and could care less about what their parents were doing.  I know all children grow up, or at least we as parents hope they do.  Growing up is the natural thing.  I look forward to watching J grow.  If he didn't progress I would be worried.  The progression though is bittersweet.  I have seen how quickly these almost two (eek) years have gone by, and I know I can't stop the clock.

Jacob brings so much fun and joy to my life.  I look forward to him yelling for me first thing in the morning even if it is early.  His hugs and kisses are from Heaven above.  He has the best dance moves of any toddler I have ever seen, and I love his taste in music.  I wish we could all have the zeal for life that a toddler does.  When does that stop?  When do we stop enjoying the little things?  His excitement is contagious and I look forward to introducing new things to him just to make him laugh and smile.  His smile will forever be burned in my mind.  Thinking about his little laugh makes me melt.  I have been so very blessed and I praise God for giving Jacob to me.  I know his Daddy feels the exact same way.

Saturday will be a day of fun and excitement.  I am sure we will sing Happy Birthday a million times since that is currently one of Jacob's favorite songs.  In fact tonight we sang it to him while he was testing one of his birthday cupcakes.  He then wanted to sing Happy Birthday to Elmo.  When I was rocking him tonight he wanted to sing it again to Sammie (his all time favorite subject), Elmo, then to his cupcake.  So we did.  I think all in all I have sung the song at least eight times tonight.

I would like to say I am not always this sappy about J, but I am.  I cannot tell you how many times a day Matthew and I say, "man, I love him."  We are constantly watching for what he will do next. Honestly, even on the hard days, being a mom is the best job in the whole world.  I wouldn't trade it for anything and I mean that.  Am I the best mom, no probably not.  But I love my child with all of my heart and I always will.  I pray he wakes up every morning knowing he is loved so very much, and that no matter what our love for him will never stop.