This morning I was wide awake at 5:30 am. This was not intentional, believe me.
Maybe somewhere in my mind I was too restless to sleep, thinking about this exact
moment in time, exactly 365 days ago. I predicted the very feelings I have right
now, part sadness and longing to go back and experience all of the excitement and
newness of that day. I'd love to go back and savor every moment, to pay careful
attention to details, to smells and sounds. I'd like to go back and take mental, or
actual, snapshots of moments that happened so quickly it's hard now to remember
At the very same time, I feel joy. Joy because I have this sweet, healthy little
boy all to myself today. He's going to wake up babbling and laugh the moment I open
the door to get him. I'm happy because right now I can savor moments and remember the
tiniest, minute details of being 1 year old and I can take mental, and actual,
snapshots of fleeting moments. I'm happy because this innocent child is completely
unaware of the gift he is and that by making me his mom, he's has made me immensely
I could go on and on about our love for you but I would run out of words.
Happy Birthday Israel!