Two Years Ago

Two years ago this was inside of my body and would be for another thirteen days. Two years ago my heart didn't understand the capacity that it could swell to. Two years ago my life was about to change forever. In my closest estimate, we've changed approximately 5,000 diapers. A good number of them have been disgusting. Garrett has learned to roll, sit, scoot, crawl, stand, walk, run and gallop. He gives hugs and kisses. He loves chicken nuggets, tilapia and PB & J. For some unknown reason, he hates pasta--except in macaroni and cheese form. Spaghetti and lasagna noodles make him shudder and gag. He loves to sweep the floor and go swimming. He has opinions about everything. At almost "doo" he is a little man. At the store today I stumbled upon some preemie clothing, the size he wore for the first four weeks of his life despite the fact that he was only one week early. I don't know how he has grown into a tiny little man, but he has. I love that dirty, sweaty toddler but oh how I long for a few more moments with that newborn. I'd inhale that baby fresh smell and kiss every inch of that tiny bald head. I'd rock him to sleep and marvel at his smallness. Two years ago I watched his elbows float across my abdomen and wondered if he'd be a girl or a boy and what he would look like. Two years ago my life hadn't changed forever.