It feels surreal to sit here as I reflect on a milestone that seems both monumental and fleeting. My son has just turned two, and the thought evokes a gentle ache in my heart—a mix of pride, nostalgia, and a hint of disbelief. How can two years feel like a mere blink yet be filled with so many moments that have forever changed my world?
Two years ago, I remember the thrill and trepidation of that first cry, the way time paused in that unfamiliar hospital room. It was as if the universe held its breath for a moment, allowing us to step into a new chapter of our lives. Since then, we have danced through a whirlwind of milestones: his first smile, the tentative steps that followed, and the way he clung to my finger as if it were a lifeline. Each moment—a heartbeat, a breath, a fleeting whisper of time has woven together into the fabric of our lives.
In the blink of an eye, the baby, weighing in at 5 lbs 11 oz, who once fit so snugly in my arms, has transformed into a curious little explorer, navigating his world with wide-eyed wonder. I often find him lost in thought, studying the way sunlight dances on the floor or the intricate patterns of leaves rustling in the breeze. He has a way of discovering magic in the ordinary, reminding me of the beauty that lies in every small detail.
As I watch him, I am reminded that two years are filled with lessons—lessons of patience, joy, and unconditional love. Every day brings something new. A new action, thought, or realization. His newfound ability to form words—so many words that will soon be tumbling from his lips, each one a tiny victory that makes my heart swell. I find myself cherishing the way he says “up” with such earnestness or how he giggles uncontrollably at the silliest of things. His laughter is the music that brightens even the cloudiest of days.
Yet, there’s a bittersweetness in this reflection. Each day that passes is another day closer to the boy he is becoming, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of longing for the moments that have slipped through my fingers like sand. The chubby hands that once grasped my own are now growing stronger and more independent. I see glimpses of the young man he will one day be, and while I am filled with excitement for his future, I mourn the simplicity of those early days.
Two years, it seems, is but a whisper in the grand tapestry of life. Yet, it is a time rich with memories that have etched themselves deep into my soul. I always want to remember the way his eyes light up when he sees one of the dogs or how he carefully moves crayons from their container to the table and back again. I want to remember the bedtime stories, the snuggles, the endless chases, and the questioning looks that remind me of the endless curiosity that defines childhood.
As we celebrate this little milestone, I am filled with gratitude—for the laughter, the messiness, the love that seems to multiply with each passing day. Time may be fleeting, but the moments we share are timeless, echoes of joy that will resonate in my heart forever.
So here’s to you, Nathan, my dear boy. Happy birthday to the light of my life. May you always find wonder in the world around you, and may you never lose the magic of those two little years.
The CJBuzz 