When you know for a fact that you will never have more children, life becomes different.
When The Girl was little, my visions of "someday" included a large family.
I saved baby clothes.
I planned nurseries in my mind.
I picked out a list of names that coordinated together.
When my baby name list was shortened to one and no longer needed, I stopped picturing "someday" in my mind.
While lying in bed with The Boy tonight, I was planning on updating my Facebook with "Kimmie is lying in her two-year-old's bed and is thankful that he is no longer in a toddler bed."
Instead, as I typed on my cell phone in the dark with a stupid little smile on my face, I suddenly realized that I will never have a 2 year old again.
Today is The Boy's birthday.
Today, meaning it is now midnight.
I will never blame a temper-tantrum on the terrible two's.
I will never again say, "she/he will be 3 in [insert month]".
I will never again shop for 2T clothing for a child of my own.
As I type, I have tears falling from my eyes, a lump in my throat, and an ache in my heart.
And yes, I know...I know...I am so very fortunate to have more than one child.
I just wish that they would stay little longer.
Really, the newborn/infant/wobbly toddler time is much too short.
Toothless grins and chubby baby legs...
Diaper-only days and tummy-time...
All of those moments flee much too quickly.
Here is the first photo ever taken of him:
And here is he is now:
I love this boy.
And I love that he is laughing hysterically in the above photo...I can practically hear it when I look at that picture.
Enjoy your day with your little ones, your loved ones, your "someday", and your "never agains"... all of those things make you the person you are.
And happy birthday, Bug.
You are such an amazing child...I am so thankful that you are mine.