Every day I live a double life. In one life it's 2012 and I am changing your diapers and trying to figure out weather to sign you up for Tumblastics. In the other you are all grown up and I'm an old woman looking back on our early days together. At least once a year I used to ask myself a silly question. Why am I here? When you came along I got my answer: To love you and to make your life as wonderful as possible.
But now I have other questions. Why can't I have a remote control that would stop time, run it in slow motion or even rewind, so that I can replay these incredible moments with you over and over again? Why are you so gosh darn beautiful? And can we always be as close as we are now?
I love that for the last 2 years, 3 months and 18 days you have slept in my arms almost every single day. I love when you come to the bathroom door and say "Knock knock mama". I love it when you point at my belly and say "Talk aba belly moment?" (which means talk to the belly for a moment). I love that you are outgoing like your papa and a tree hugger like your mama. I love it when you look at your papa and ask "Hi Papa. How doin'?" or when I drop something and you run over and say "You okay, mama?
In you I see it's not true at all what they say about human beings. We are perfect after all. Just as we are...
