I’m sitting in my kitchen waiting for some frozen french bread to cook. Yes, that’s what I’m having for lunch. I’m too tired to make anything…I already made omelettes for the kids. I’ve got lots of stuff to cut out, hang and cook for Asa’s birthday party. And even more stuff to clean. Why does setting up for something make such a mess?!
But this morning, as I went through my Birthday Party To Do List, I realized with a jolt that my SON IS TURNING ONE. Only two more days for me to kiss my infant’s face. On Sunday he’ll be an official one-year old. So this morning when Les brought Asa downstairs from his crib, I watched my infant closely. I kissed his sweet cheeks knowing they’d never be as soft as they are today. I felt his sweaty head as he nursed. I rubbed his soft pajamas that held his chubby little legs. I heard the sloshing of milk in his full tummy. I let him crawl all over me in the bed and then roll front to back all the way down the bed. I listened to his giggles and shrieks. I heard him crawling around the bathroom looking for a roll of toilet paper or a toilet brush to chew on. I noticed his hands. His baby hands that grab my fingers and my hair. His baby hands that will grow up into chubby toddler hands. Toddler hands that will change into dirty eight year old hands. And then grow to gangly teenage hands. And one day big grown up man hands. And I’ll marvel the day those baby hands will be strong Daddy hands.
So even though my Birthday Party To Do List is long, the thing I want to do today–on my son’s birthday eve is…think. Think about my son. And the amazing gift he is to me.
Happy almost Birthday, sweet boy.