A month on Friday...

Wow. Now I get it. All those years my mom would tell me to stop growing up and I'd just roll my eyes and try harder to be an adult make sense to me now. As I look at my little boy who is not quite as little as he was a month ago, and as I try to think of where the time has gone, I am drawing a blank. It could be all of that sleep deprivation wiping my short term memory, but I just don't get it. How can time fly so quickly? The nine-ten months of carrying him inside me took forever, but already he will be four weeks old the day after tomorrow. It's not fair.

Looking back on the past month I can't believe the journey we've been on and I am so glad he is a part of my life story now. I loved getting to celebrate Mother's Day as a new mother, and getting to proudly tell people who ask us how old he is when we go out for groceries or for errands. I love this little boy, and with every night that I have to wake up in zombie mode to nurse him, or to comfort him when he's fussy, I wake up loving him more and more. I just can't even begin to describe the love I feel for him that grows each day. And it gets worse everyday to the point that I know I will never get over this love I have for him. And he's growing up already and needs to stop. When he's 35 years old I won't be able to give him hundreds of kisses a day or hold him close to me and I don't want those moments to stop! (Hopefully he'll have kids of his own by then and I can just kiss them ;) ).

Such is the dilemma for every mother I guess. Being at home with him has been a true joy and I thank God each day that I am able to be home with Finch because Ben is able to work the job he does. We are so blessed and I am so grateful for the hours I get to spend with my little one. Being a mommy rocks and I would never change it :)

Love, Liz, Ben, Finch, and Zola :)