It's very different having a baby in my 40's as opposed to when I had one in my late 20's. One thing I'm often aware of is the degree of gratitude I feel at every little stage... and there is also a huge awareness of "how fast it goes." When Peyton was a baby, time seemed to drag. I was always eagerly waiting for the next stage. I wanted her to walk and talk, and then I was excited for preschool... When Peyton was Owen's age, I was already pregnant with Quincy. That really floors me. When she was still such a baby herself, I was baking up another one... With O, I want everything to drag on a bit. Because he's my last, and I realize when I blink he will be Peyton's age... Of course I am excited for the milestones, but not so much that I want to hurry them along. That's why little moments like these always make me catch my breath. My little guy is barreling toward his first birthday. He's walking. He's talking. He's growing growing growing... He makes me happy.
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