Tomorrow I will be the mother of a one year old

That fact hasn’t quite sunk in yet.

Where did the time go? Has it really been a year already?

I guess it has… I mean, the calender says so, and so it must be true.

But how… how did this time past by so quickly.

I miss my baby.

My little baby.

I love my little boy, but I miss my baby.

So many changes… too many to handle at one time.

He’s walking. Talking. Playing. Laughing. He really has left the babyhood behind and is running full steam ahead towards being a full-blown toddler.

But I miss my baby.

I’m not ready for this. But most of all, I’m not ready for about 10 o’clock tomorrow night.

For tomorrow night will be my last time breastfeeding Caleb. We wanted to go all the way to one year and we did.

But I’m going to miss it… the way he looks up at me through those dark lashes… the way he reaches his hand up to stroke my cheek… the way he grins big when I nibble his fingers… the way he closes his eyes and cuddles deeply while his tummy is full of warm milk…

All of it.. I am going to miss it.

My baby has grown up.. welcome to life with a one year old!

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