I often don't really notice the passing of time, and then it hits me all at once. I always joke that Benjamin seems exactly the same to me as the day he was born. Of course when I look back he's changed drastically, but I find myself wondering exactly when it happened.
I cleaned out his dresser yesterday because it was so full of stuff that didn't fit I could hardly put an outfit together. I filled an entire under-the bed box with clothing he's already outgrown! As I sorted through everything it was so strange to pack up the outfits I got before he was born, especially the ones I got early on in the pregnancy. They hung in his closet for so long, and for so long I would look at them and touch them dreaming of the little boy that would wear them. Some seemed so big - like I would never actually have a child big enough to wear them. And now their packed up, too small and only worn a few times.
I notice it in everything. His feet that hang over his car seat, being able to reach the toy fish that hangs above his swing (that once seemed impossibly far away), being able to ride in the cart at the store or the swing at the playground. Rolling all over any where he wants to go.
I love every minute as it speeds by.
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