My son turns two today. I realize if he is a year older, that I too must have aged a year. But, I am enjoying a younger version of myself through him.
Time spent coloring is cut short by his toddler attention span. I long to finish my picture (I do) and hang it on the fridge next to his 53 colorful crayon portraits. I have spent more time in a bathing suit playing and splashing in the pool instead of bone dry in a cover up sitting self consciously in a chair. I play more than weed in the backyard. Gallons of bubbles have been blown from the front porch and dozens of messy cupcakes shared. I’ve never felt so excited for weekends, evenings, mornings, and vacations. Our summer project is covering the porch with sidewalk chalk and daily dancing sessions in the living room to the earthy music of homemade shoe box drums.
I just don’t recall a summer being this wonderful and packed with joy. I can’t wait to see what he has planned for fall.
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