5 pm On A Friday

February 24. That's the day our baby boy became a little boy. I swear I saw the last wisps of baby leave his body, as he sat before me. We were on the floor, having a snack, as he shooed the dogs away from his Club crackers, kept saying "Mama," sat perfectly upright in his little boy t-shirt and pants, asked for another cracker when he was ready, and crawled over for a hug when he was full. It was joyous and traumatic. Ahhh... motherhood. Equal parts heart break and heart explosion, as he grows and evolves and develops. My life looks so much better through his eyes, and I had a good life to begin with. I love my almost 1-year-old little boy.