Sometimes I make dumb decisions. Like today when I got all nostalgic and started watching old videos of Lute when he was just learning to walk and talk. What is it about a kid getting another year older that turns on the water works for the mamas? Or maybe it's just me.
Lute is four. FOUR. I feel like it was yesterday that I was trying to convince Nick that no, I really do need to go to the hospital, because yes, I am actually in labor RIGHT THIS MINUTE. He wanted to go to a movie to pass the time because didn't I know labor took awhile? He also started snacking on granola like two minutes after we arrived at the hospital, before I even made it into my room so that he could maintain his strength. I may or may not have been supportive of his decision. Lute arrived in record time (absolutely NO time for a movie) and has been a delight ever since. Okay, okay, so maybe he has caused some frustration from time to time, but overall, he is pretty much perfect.
Venture down memory lane with me, won't you?
I don't know what I would do without this kid. He is loving, compassionate, gentle, kind, and absolutely hilarious. From pregnancy, to birth, to (almost) every moment since, he has been easy and a gift. Sometimes I think about these moments with him (with all of them, really), wanting to treasure every memory, to stick them in my pocket and hold onto them forever. I pray that God gives my mind and heart the capacity to capture and keep all of the blessings close always.
I mean, how could you not love this face?
Oh and just so you know, 4 is cool, but he "cannot wait to be 32."