You are 15 months old now.
Time flies. I still remember watching you gaze into my eyes for the first time in your life in the hospital's nursery after your first ever bath.
But no, maybe I don't remember anymore. Sometimes, when I look at your chubby face chuckling at me baring all your 8 front teeth in full glory, I can no longer picture how you looked 15 months ago, 12 months ago, or even 6 months ago. Oh, those precious memories, hidden deep in my heart, why do I struggle to find them when I want to?
|Did you look like that? I almost cannot remember already.|
|Those were the days......|
If I have a time machine, I will freeze every precious moment we have together and live in the world with just you and Mummy.
If I have a choice, I will keep you as little baby Noah, because I can no longer envision life without your shrieks of pure joy.
But that's not going to happen. You are growing at a pace faster that I can imagine. I dread the day that you will run on your own and reject my hugs. I am fearful of the future when you are no longer willing to accompany me when I finally have more time to spend with you.
Relax Noah, slow down. Take your own sweet time to grow up. Stop once in a while to smell the roses and roll in the grass. The adult world is more complicated than you think. Enjoy your childhood while you can.
|You are starting to walk with support now|
We will be with you every step of the way.