We are eight days into January already. Eight days into the year two-thousand ten. A little over a month and a half until my son turns one year old.
And it scares the crap out of me.
When does it stop? Will there ever be a point in my life where I hope he grows up FASTER? I’m sure it will be somewhere in his teenage years. But even then, it’s frightening to see how quickly time now passes us by. In retrospect, my life was a sluggish drawl before now. I was always waiting for things to happen. Now I wish they would just ease up a little.
Ronan has cut four molars in the last three days…
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