At the hospital little Atticus was only a few hours old. We had been asleep for maybe 2 hours when he was brought in for our first ever early morning feeding. The room was dark and it took a second for me to wake up. I remember seeing him all wrapped up and his dark beady eyes looking up at me. In that moment I wanted so many things for him. I wanted him to be happy. To feel safe with Tanner and I. I wanted him to feel loved. I wanted him to feel protected. I wanted him to be kind. I wanted him to succeed. I wanted him to live a fulfilling life. I wanted him to learn. I wanted him to be healthy. I wanted him to be an example to others. I wanted him to do great things.
Since that time, I've only wanted more and more for him. Over this year I've been blessed to watch him grow daily. There were good days and bad ones. Long ones and frustrating ones. Days I didn't want to end. So often I wanted to just freeze the moment and stay there forever. Now here we are. He is O.N.E. As cliche as it is, where did the time go?!
We got fairly lucky with this little baby. From his very first moments he was just so chill (we were spoiled and now a little nervous for future babies). The newborn stage is so nice. Sleepy and cuddly all the time. Then over time their personalities start to surface and there is no going back. Let me tell you, this kid is such a ham. Loves to put on a show for those watching. Has eight (sharp) teeth. He loves being tickled and will get baby goosebumps. If music is playing you can guarantee his arms will be dancing. When he sees something across the room he wants he will crawl oh so quickly and giggles the whole way over. If you see him he is either giving you a blank stare that is borderline a glare OR will give you half moon eyes with the most crookedly happy grin. He loves to bring home a baby bumblebee and twinkle stars. Hates wearing hats (kinda stressed about how to keep him warm outside). Loves his push walker but don't think he will being doing it by himself for awhile longer. His hair is finally coming back after starting out so thick and dark, looking like he will be a mini Tanner. Loved to eat anything and everything. After every bite he would go, "mmmm." Then one day that all changed. It's a guessing game every meal. Thinks he's the funniest when he squishes said food out of his lips and lets it drip down his chin. Has to have shoes on or the socks come off in a matter of seconds. Knows Daddy's ringtone and gets pretty impatient if he can't hold the phone during facetime. Oh next time you see him ask him to do the "Atti salute" (it's the cutest thing ever). Overall he is still a really happy, chill baby.
I will be forever grateful to my little man. He made me a mother. A title I wonder if I truly deserve but want to do my absolute best because of him. I am most happy when the three of us are together.
