Thursday, March 7, 2013

Keeping Up...

I'm finding it much harder to keep this blog updated, for a couple of reasons.  I don't have much spare time at the end of the day.  When I do, I enjoy spending it with my husband.  But the real reason for not visiting here more often...I just don't know how to put into words what we experience in a day, a week or a month.

Each new word means more than its definition.  Truck. Ball. Owl.  They mean comprehension and language development.  They mean recognition of objects and pictures.  They mean he is growing up. And words are coming fast and furious these day.  And that means so is his 2nd birthday, and his 3rd, and his 10th...

We have ourselves a little Daddy's boy.  And while I admit that it breaks my heart just a little to know that right now he prefers Daddy over me, there can be nothing more comforting than knowing I have the best husband and man at my side.  It means I picked correctly.  It means the man I married is strong enough to be our protecter and soft enough fix boo boos.  That being a man means being a Daddy.  And that even a child can recognize that.  It means Aiden will grow up knowing how to do it right; being a husband and a father.



It's hard to summarize the six months that have taken place since my last update.  There have been lots and lots of colds, ear infections and respiratory junk this winter.  People tell you lots of things when you are expecting.  Things like "they grow so fast!"  and "you won't believe how much you'll love them".  But there are so many things I feel like no one told me.  Like how stressed out I'll be when they are sick.  How all the aches and pains he experiences are 10 fold for me.  Like how I'd do anything to just keep him safe and healthy.  I feel like I wear my heart on my sleeve now.  Like it is just out there and unprotected.  For a girl who likes schedules and checklists, unpredictability makes me anxious.  No one told me to expect the unexpected...


Oh but all the worry pales in comparison to the joy Aiden brings us. To the laughter.  To the fun.  To the pride. To the stories.  To the snuggles.   To the LOVE.   This little monkey of ours is the most amazing little person.  I've had six months to think about what to say and I still don't know.  How do I put into words all that he has given us?  We now have a house where books lay all over the floor. Pots and pans are littered across the kitchen.  Dried spaghetti is stuck to the table.  Finger prints and tongue prints cover the windows.  He has given me more to clean and more to keep up with.  But more importantly, he has given me my identity.  He has given me my reason to live.  If it is possible to fall even more in love with my husband, he has given me that too.

And since I have a hard time telling you what we've been up to, I'll just give you a little glimpse instead.













Life is pretty darn cool.

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