Firsts arrive like a thunderstorm; lasts are unheralded. Firsts are the life of the party; lasts are the wallflowers.
I seem to notice every little first. Like, the other day I saw you move one object (a book) to get at another object (a pacifier) underneath (which, of course, makes you a genius). And we recently had our first (rather messy) raspberry "conversation."
But lasts escape me. When was the last time you took a bath in the kitchen sink? When was the last time we nursed? Will I bring you back to bed with me in the pre-dawn hours anymore? Will I bounce you to sleep ever again? How many more times will you take your bottle wrapped in the circle of my arm and neck, while I hold the bottle and you hold my thumb?
I know what you mean--- it is hard to keep track of these moments as they disappear forever. Sad, but luckily there are so MANY firsts ahead of us still.
ReplyDeleteThat is so so true!
ReplyDeleteSo poignant and lovely. And so true. It's impossible to appreciate each moment enough. Even if you knew it was the last of that experience...I guess we can only appreciate it as much as possible!
ReplyDeleteOh, so achingly true, Amy. The other day I found myself wishing I could record ALL of Arlo's babyhood. I want to be able to go back anytime I wish and relish those individual moments, big and small.
ReplyDeleteOh my, I so feel you on this (sniff sniff). It's crazy how incredibly fast it is all going. xoxo
ReplyDeleteBOOHOO!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI have been feeling this since the day she was born.
(Here thanks to Oak at Acorn Chronicles)