My baby is two! TWO. All I can say is, the days are long but the years are short.
I think back to individual moments that have made up the entirety of these two years: holding Briar for the first time, never-ending nursing sessions, waking up repeatedly in the middle of the night to comfort her, wearing her around the house as I learned to juggle work and baby, watching her roll / crawl / walk / run for the first times, holding her hand as we cross the street, reading her favorite stories over and over again, and having little conversations throughout the day.
Some days have felt incredibly long and draining but those are almost always followed up by days peppered with unannounced kisses and lots of laughter and long naps. It’s one life lesson after another (including some that I have to learn time and time again). It’s moments of intense joy and pride for the little person I am privileged to raise as well as overwhelming frustration and despair. It’s moments when John and I catch each other’s eyes and wonder how we got so lucky to have Briar as our own.
These past two years have been a wild ride complete with highs and lows, but what an amazing experience! I remember feeling pretty sad when Briar was about to turn one. I questioned whether I had savored her first year enough or if I had squandered it with worry and quiet desperation. This time around, I feel at peace with the passing of time. I truly believe that I was much more present for her second year (which sometimes meant leaving her with a grandparent for the day so I could appreciate the time we had together even more). I feel like this past year was when I found my footing as Briar’s mama and could finally appreciate each moment as it came (most of the time) because it goes by so fast. I can honestly say that I had so much fun this past year!
Two years in the books. What an adventure.