My sweet baby Reagan is one! Where did this year go?
In a year filled with stress, family turmoil, a car accident, and the death of my father-in-law, Reagan was our sunshine – a shining light through some dark clouds. I truly believe she was given to us to get us through this year with smiles still on our faces. She’s literally been an example that life goes on.
When bad things happened before I had kids, I often got sad or frustrated far longer than maybe I should have. I often felt hope was lost when one little thing would go wrong (thanks Type A personality). With the kids, though, I know that we just move on and that they are the reason that has to happen. They are the bright side.
As my possibly last baby grows, I’m reminded that things don’t last – both good and bad. Everything ends. I love to watch her and take in what she exploring and learning that second. She loves to play with her kitchen and “make soup.” Stirring and stirring a wooden spoon in a little wooden red toy pot is just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m lucky I stop and watch my kids. I’m lucky I remember to. I look. I listen. Even in the busiest of times or a stressful moment, I see them. We’re always told (over and over) that our time with our children goes fast. It does, but one the most important thing we can do with these fleeting moments is be in them.
Happy birthday, Reagan, and Happy Thanksgiving to all of you.