My real garden journey began 18 months ago with the birth of my son. There's not a tree, shrub, perennial or herb in the world that could have prepared me for the time and attention I give this little sprout.
Like plants in my garden, he sometimes perplexes me with his unusual behavior and picky demands. Yet it is his smiling face that I seek each morning, and the comforting weight of his head on my shoulder that I cherish every night.
Time with my lad is like visiting a new garden patch each day. Nothing is ever the same as before and there are surprises around every corner.
Just as I have hopes and dreams for all that grows in my garden, so too do I for my son. I want him to be healthy, happy and successful in the plot of life. And may he always know that he is the most loved sapling I've got growing.
Like plants in my garden, he sometimes perplexes me with his unusual behavior and picky demands. Yet it is his smiling face that I seek each morning, and the comforting weight of his head on my shoulder that I cherish every night.
4 comments:
What a cutie pie. That is such a joyous age and the time goes by far too quickly.
So sweet! Amazing how much they change in those first few years. I still can't believe my daughter's in kindergarten, where did the baby days go?! Nice post.
Oh he was so adorable 18 months ago, and is just as adorable now!
I totally understand your sentiments about your son...it's universal, for the most part--I guess there are a few exceptions here and there, for which I am very sad--but mom's want the best for their little ones and seek the smiles and hugs, even after they've grown:) They don't always want to share them as often after a certain age, though...so, be alert for a few changes in the future;(
Your blog is amazing ;)
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