So, I don’t usually write personal/feeling stuff on here, but I’m way too far behind in my journal, so here goes…

I just love my Britton. He is so darling and precious! I was just putting him down for a nap and he wanted a story. He chose “The Night You Were Born.” I got it from a good friend for my shower and we’ve read it before, but it’s been a while.

Maybe I’m still extra emotional, but from the first page I was totally crying. I’m not a crier. Well, I wasn’t before having a kid. It just hit me how much of a miracle a baby is and how magical the day of their birth is. Maybe it’s because he just turned 2 and I can’t believe he’s grown up so fast, but I barely got through the story.

I think I’m definitely one who grew into loving my baby. I loved him right away, of course, but I know for certain that it’s also been a process and I’ve grown to love him more every day. Like every toddler, he tries my patience, but he is such a little angel and quite the character, that I just have to sit back and try to remember to relish this time.

I mean, who could really not love this: