Yesterday, Antonio turned 2 years old.
In the days and weeks leading up to his birthday, I would get sad thinking about my baby boy growing older. He has really starting growing more independent from me. I look at him and I don't see my little baby, I see a little boy. Just watching him you can see him scheming, thinking, problem-solving. You can see his little imagination at work as he plays with his new toy trains. He has his likes and his dislikes. He wants to choose his own shoes when we get ready. He has to have a big boy cup and fork and his own napkin during dinner. It's been such an adventure watching this little person discover who he is.
My little son has taught me so much these past 2 years. So much about living and loving and about what's really important in life.
Am I sad that he's not my little baby anymore? Yes. But I am even more excited about what the future will bring? You bet.
Happy Birthday my sweet Antonio. I love you more than you could ever know.
Fish Dropping Manure
1 year ago