Walking through TIME

My sweet Little Brady turned 20 months old this week..

I know people say this all the time,

but where did the time go?

space

I remember so clearly the day we brought him home.

My heart was so hoping that I wasn't too old to do this right.

I worried about being called his grandma when I picked him up from school,

or being the one who is wearing the dorky clothes

(and doesn't know it)

at all the sporting events..

I hoped I would live long enough to experience

all the monumental moments in his life.

To hold his children and to be able to tell them stories

about how incredible he was as a baby...

Then.... I decided I could worry about all of that,

or just love the HELL out of that child

and hope none of the other stuff mattered in the end.
And I can assure you all that in the 20 months of his breathtakingly precious life...

without a doubt ,he has been showered with more love and attention

than anyone I have ever known...

And when I lay my head down at night I know

That's the best I can do...