I'm sitting in my son's room, rocking hm ever so gently on the eve of his first birthday. He lays in my arms like a newborn would and I can't help but think how has it already been a year? Weren't we just in the hospital? Just him and I enjoying the silence and looking into each other's eyes. It breaks my heart that this year is not the same. This year he is trying to fight off a fever, an ear infection, and most likely nausea. I know he will get better, but he's so cranky and miserable. I wish there was more I could do for him.
Happy birthday to my keeper of the forest; keeper of the park; keeper of the land. I hope this is the only birthday you are sick on! And I hope every year we can sit with each other and enjoy the silence together.