Oh little brother. What am I going to do with you?! I blinked ONE time. ONE. SINGLE. SOLITARY. TIME after I found out we were pregnant with you. One blink. And now we are here. Nine months in the womb. Nine months out. I can't decide if it's because of how busy our lives are now with TWO bears to run around after... or... life ALWAYS moves this fast. I sometimes feel guilty for that. Like it's my fault that time is getting away from us. As if I could magically make it slow down. Every single day I make it a point to take a picture of you and your sister. Every single day has been captured since the day you both were born. I'm sure so many people think I'm nuts because of it. But it's not for them. It's not even entirely for YOU. It's for ME! Pictures help slow things down. They make me remember what my old aged, crappy memory seems to forget so very fast. In one instant, I'm back to that day in time and even though my heart aches that you both are getting older, those pictures help take me back.
So thank you for the glorious nine months we've been able to capture together. You are the SWEETEST, HAPPIEST baby boy I know. I'm so thankful God chose me to be your mom. I hope one day soon you realize how incredibly lucky you are to be so loved by not only your dad and I...but your sister too. She loves you SOOOOOOOO much and it's been so amazing watching your love for each other grow every day.
Happy NINE months Grant. (aka "Baby Brother", "Little Guy", "Little Brother", "Papa", "Pops" and "Dad")