The closer we get to Theoís birthday, the more emotional Iím gettingóand it has totally taken me by surprise. Iím feeling overwhelmed. I just canít believe heís almost one. I canít believe what a cool little guy he is. The personality is just soóthere! And big! I canít believe that Nate and I have survived. And I canít believe how tired I still look. Sigh.
The closer we get to his birthday, the more Iím thinking about my mom, too. Lately, when I put on Theoís Little Liza Jane
song and I sit on his floor at night while he plays, thoughts of my mom just smack me square in the face. They come out of nowhere. More times than not, the thoughts are laced with a great sense of joy and pride in my little boy. Sure thereís longing and some melancholy, too, but mostly, lots of warmth.