I wish I was more eloquent with my words and had the ability to write beautiful and meaningful poems for my son. I have never been a creative writer (or creative at anything for that matter) but rather a writer of the facts. The reason I bring this up is because last night as I lay in bed, I started to think about Drake and the little things that I am already having trouble remembering.
I remember when he was born and he would make an "O" with his mouth, but I do not remember how long the hair on his head was. I know it was very short...was it like peach fuzz? I guess this is why we have pictures and I am documenting as much as I can on this blog; to help me remember.
I had no idea that life would move so fast and that I would not be able to remember these simple little details. Everyone always says to enjoy these moments and days because they go so quickly. I treasure all the minutes I am able to spend with Drake. Some memories may fade but what I do know is that Drake lights up when he sees me or David enter the room and so while I may forget some little details, I know that we are showing Drake the love that he needs and deserves.
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