A boy named Mac

I absolutely, positively cannot believe Mac is turning one. Part of me is so proud - he's already walking, isn't a picky eater, behaves well in public (for the most part) and is an all-around joy of a child. The other part of me is so sad - even though I've done my best to cherish absolutely every moment of his first year, I just feel like it went so fast!

Words cannot begin to explain how much I love my little boy. I wish I could capture his smile, his scent, his laughter in a bottle and store it on a shelf. Then, whenever I'm feeling nostalgic, when he's too big to want to sit on my lap anymore, when he's miles away from home living his own life, I could take it down and just breath in the memory of these moments. But in the meantime, I vow to just keep focusing on the present and delighting in the little things - listening to him breath and watching him while he's fast asleep, tickling him under his chin while he squeals in delight and smothering him every chance I get with 1,001 kisses in hopes that he will never for a moment forget how much I love him.