I remember everything about the moment I took this photo. It was 10 o'clock at night and I just finished feeding my 3 week old baby boy. He was sound asleep on my chest, when I handed him off to Jeff. After several failed attempts to get a good photo for his birth announcements, my sleep deprived brain mustered up enough energy to think of this picture. We set up the backdrop and carefully undressed Cayden. Flash! And then...
I blinked.
Well, obviously he is still my baby boy. But today that little boy that used to cuddle on my chest all day, turned 9 months old. He is no longer that little peanut sleeping the days away. Far from it actually. That little guy is always on the move. And when I say always... I mean ALWAYS. Everything about it is bittersweet. I miss those moments of him laying so peaceful against my chest while I watched Grey's Anatomy or how waking him up was a twenty minute process, and he always made the funniest faces. We would just sit and stare at him for hours. I must have 1000 pictures of him sleeping, and I am probably the only one who knows that all of those are actually separate occasions.
But now, my little 9 month old is a ball of energy. He wears me out, but he is so much fun. His smile is constant, and his laughter is contagious. His jibber-jabber is adorable and his slobbery kisses are the best. I may barely get the chance to hold him in my arms as I watch TV, but now I get to crawl around on all fours and do silly dances that make him laugh.
All I know is this; every day goes by quicker than the last, so I need to make each moment count and be thankful for the present and the past.
I like to end each day remembering my favorite moments. Sometimes they stick out, and other times they are buried like treasure in the sand. Today's favorite moment didn't take much digging for...
My photo shoot with my little ray of sunshine was my favorite part of today. He always turns an ordinary day into extraordinary.
Happy 9 month birthday, Cayden... and remember...
Until next time...
:)Whitney
