How amazingly cruel it is that we can't rewind. Our Grahammy's first year has gone by in the blink of an eye. Each day I knew that I was in the middle of something singularly wonderful with this cherub on my hip.
Obviously, being the first child has its bonuses and drawbacks. Jude got me (us) all to himself for 2 years. But, I was a novice, and that dragged a lot of minuses with it. Graham had to share me from the minute I got home from the hospital, but I knew what I was doing (mostly). I also didn't really care much about what developmental milestones were on the horizon, I was able to appreciate each minute just for what it was and where he was in his babyness. I had made it through 2 years of parenting Jude, I knew I could make it through with Graham, so I was ready to relish.
On top of this, Graham is, in my humble opinion, just perfect. And he makes us all happier and better. There is no grump he could not charm out of a funk; he is the ultimate elixir of joy. These last several weeks I can see some of the pre-toddler angst as he wants to keep up with Jude but lacks some of the mobility, but it is his inclination to enjoy life. I wonder daily how I got so lucky to be mother to these two boys, and I'm trying really hard not to screw them up.
The LDS church promises joy in this life and in the life to come if we are faithful. I've tried to always live in a way that would make Heavenly Father happy. With my husband and our children, I feel God has given me this joy beyond measure, despite my many, many flaws and the mistakes I make. It's like Elder Holland once said, "There is theology in the family." Now I'm going off on a tangent, but as I look back on this last year with Graham, and the last 3 years with Jude, and last 4 years with Jeff, the love is so sacred, I know in my heart it could not touch this life only. This is stuff that is absolutely heavenly, and meant to go on forever.
Graham, thanks for being my baby. We can't do anything but love you!