I was looking at some old pictures yesterday and marveling at how fast time is going by. At this time last year, Spencer was learning to crawl and just mastering solid foods. A mere 12 months later and he is running, climbing, pounding, yelling, and otherwise keeping my heart rate constantly elevated. By this time next year he won't even be a baby anymore. Gulp.
So, I am making some resolves. To hold him even more. To kiss him even more. To enjoy his spunk and energy even more. To smile and play and laugh with him as much as I am able.
{Oct. 2013}
{Oct. 2014}
And, to not get too mad/frustrated/exasperated when he dumps out an entire box of newly opened cereal all over the floor of the office while I sit here and reminisce.
And then does it again.
And then gets stuck in a cart at Target... It passes. I promise it passes. And truly all too quickly. It just doesn't feel that way.
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