When your first born get another year older

It happened again.  Our oldest turned another year older.  Sigh.  It seems like every year that we start nearing his day I begin tearing through old photos and getting all weepy.  It doesn't happen with the other two as much as our first.

And here's why.  He was the one that changed us.  When the other two babies came we were ready.  We were prepared (sort of) for all the baby stuff.  Nothing was really that new.  This time around we could appreciate it and hopefully make notes a little better than the first.

Honestly, we could do so much better because HE taught us how.  He was hard to hold at first and squirmy.  We worried about every little thing because we weren't trained yet.  Our schedule was a mess.  Through that we were just smitten with this guy.  He had us staring at him for hours.  We couldn't talk about anything except him.  We were love sick teenagers around him.  He let us hold him as long as we wanted.  He changed our path, moved our hearts, held our fingers over to the other side.  And what a rewarding side that is.

There will be great things in store for this 6 year old, but if you asked us if we would do it all again the answer would be yes.  We would do it again with more videos and sound bites.  I miss that little voice and his giggle.  Saying that, I should also thank him for reminding us to tape more now.  Today I heard our daughter listening to a video from when we found out our 3rd was a boy.  She was laughing and smiling at it.  I was crying because we are so lucky to have the memory recorded.  The sounds are the most amazing because those little voices get older.  They start asking you about real-life big kid things that you aren't ready to talk to them about.  They wow you with how much they know and how eager their minds are to know more.
Yes, we have a lot of great things in store.  But don't judge me for missing the littlest things.