After a flurry of weekend, it came to a close with another Birthday celebration. Or rather three. We celebrated Chance's, Isaac's and Great-Grandma Lewis's Birthdays on Sunday night. We even made Isaac wear the crown.
It was great fun, but I'm really not looking forward to celebrating Jack's first birthday. I'm already wondering where my little baby has gone.
I think that's the part of motherhood I was least prepared for --- the overwhelming certainty that time is indeed fleeting. Sure, in recent years I've seen the furrow in my brow grow a little deeper and I don't even want to talk about those gray hairs I'm finding. That's just getting older, but a child makes you really realize that there's no capturing his smile or the warmth you feel when he falls asleep on your chest. I think Jack has taught me the meaning of the word bittersweet ... and he can't even speak yet.