In the beginning, it was diapers, sleepless nights, onesies, bottles and burp cloths, but in just a few short months, Lucas started crawling and then soon after that, walking and is now talking and communicating with me like I never thought he would and I realize that the fun has only just begun.
I am drawing with sidewalk chalk, crayons and finger paints, playing on park swings, slides and monkey bars, getting drenched at water fountains at the mall and during bath time.
I am revisiting the simple joy of Disney movies, Dr. Seuss at story time, pretend and hide-and-seek.
I am kissing boo-boos better, nursing colds, attempting time outs and trying to keep my own temper tantrums in check.
I’m learning to slow down, follow bugs, stop and smell the flowers and delight in the wind.
…through the eyes of my son.