My Baby’s Nine!

I’ll never forget when we first found out that we would become parents the number of people who felt the need to give you advice.  You know, the older lady in the elevator, your nosy co-worker, the grocery store clerk, and the many people who see your bulging belly and ask, When are you due? and Is this your first?


If you’re a parent too then you may have heard the same words of wisdom. 
“Enjoy every moment… they grow so fast!”
You nod in agreement and think, “not fast enough” as you wait anxiously patiently to meet your newborn. Nine months seem so long when you are in the midst of it.

This past week my first born turned 9 years old!  Those words of wisdom resonate in my head and as I embrace our boy growing older.  I am thankful for the years and yes, we made sure to enjoy every moment of it… but somehow I feel this sense of sadness as he grows more and more independent from me **trying so hard to hold back the tears**

Our family tradition is to take our babies (he will always be my baby no matter how old he may be) on their actual birth date on a day of fun if it falls on a weekday.  They decide on the restaurant and itinerary and generally receive our presents that we’ve picked out on that day.  On the weekend, we throw their birthday bash and have family and friends celebrate with us.  We took him out to get his box of Krispy Kreme donuts (yum!) and then his restaurant of choice was Olive Garden (even more yum!).  It’s amazing isn’t it? Where does the time go?

Our Pregnancy Picture (8 1/2 months along)