Feeling Nostalgic

My baby boy is getting ready to turn 2 in 2 weeks, which I can't fully comprehend.  It feels like just yesterday that I was a full 9+ months pregnant, bouncing on that damn medicine ball in the hopes of jostling him out of his cozy little home.   It seems so appropriate to title the blog after the Darius Rucker song because truer words have never been spoken.  I guess, don't stress the early years too much, because they will be over before you know it.

I remember when I was struggling with the decision of whether to go back to work, one of my friends had told me "the next thing you know, you'll be sending him off to school for the first time and you will NOT be thinking, 'I wish I had worked more.'"  Around the same time, my sister recited advice she had received - the days are long, but the weeks fly by.  So there are days when I think I won't make it until David walks through the front door and brings some relief, but overall I know that there absolutely will come a day when these will all be memories, and I won't be needed like this.  I'll have the freedom I'm looking for now, but it already hurts to think about how much I'll miss being the center of Matthew's world.