I'm taking a break from what has been a whirlwind day of anniversary enjoyment and first-birthday crafts. Now that I'm finally sitting down to rest my feet I'm realizing that I was so focused on creating the perfect day for Elliott tomorrow that I didn't spend any time with him at all. In fact, if anything I purposely sent him away from me so that I could cook and craft without a little gremlin sneaking up on me and clinging to my legs. A feeling of panic has set in and I am regretting not cherishing the last night with him being an "under-one-year-old". I hope he wakes up early tonight so I can go in his room and cuddle him before midnight. It all really means nothing, especially to him, and it will seem silly later that I cared about missing his last day before his birthday, but right now I feel like it was meaningful and important. This feeling probably would have been there even if I had spent all day with him though, so it really is a no-win situation, isn't it. He's just getting so big and he will be walking before we know it. Okay, time to stop growing, you have my permission.
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