Starting to move...

I'm sitting here thinking about how another summer has gone by....and yes...they always go by so quickly, but this summer was unlike any I've experienced before.  I was a mom for the first time this summer.  I watched my child grow...and at some moments it felt like literally right in that moment.  I felt as though every day I went upstairs to pick him up out of bed and give him a good morning kiss, that I could tell he was different....he was bigger...he knew more.  My baby is growing up...he's starting to be more and more like a little boy than my little baby boy.  As much as I love every moment spent with him....I can wait.  I can wait.  I can wait for him to crawl.  I can wait for him to walk.  I can wait for his first birthday.  I have never been one to want to be still...and I find myself wanting to do just that.  Although...most of time I have a constant reminder of how 'in motion' things really are.

And the best part of him being 9 months old.....is that you can really tell he is starting to understand what we are talking to him about.  Greyson is infatuated with fans.  He seeks them out...in our house....in our family and friend's homes...in the mall...in the grocery store...everywhere.  I think he sometimes looks up at the sky thinking there is a fan up there.  It's amazing...I'm humbled daily to be his mom.

There is nothing like having your child look at you as though you're the only one that can make it better.  I think I'm game for that....for keeps.