Wednesday, October 6, 2010
One Year of Life
One year ago we heard the news. There was a new baby living next door and his name was Andrew. We couldn't wait to meet him.
His daddy brought him over a few days later, bundled up in a blanket. He was amazing. Huge blue eyes and just a wisp of hair.
Then somehow weeks turned into months and seasons came and went. His mama took him for walks and I saw him progress from being propped up in an infant seat to sitting up tall, reaching for things he saw along the way. He changed and grew right before our eyes.
And now he's turned one. This baby we barely knew 12 months ago is now his own person. He runs up and down our driveway as his parents try to have a conversation in our lawn chairs. He chases his cat and climbs over the baby gates. He's his own man.
In one short year he went from totally dependent to thinking he was ready for full independence.
This should not surprise me. We watched it happen with all four of our own kids. But we're up to big kid ages now and going from age 9 to age 10 is significant but not startling. That year between age zero and age one is flabbergasting.
It's been fun to be reminded, once again, how amazing the whole process truly is and how lucky we are to be a part of it.