Go nonstop. But remember to pause and take it all in.

These days, the only time he stops moving or talking is when he's sleeping.  And even then he moves a lot... 

But what I love most is watching him when he's awake.  What I love most is seeing with my own eyes the process that goes through his head when he's trying to figure something out.  When he learns something new. The miniature person that he is and the adult version he has the potential to become.  I have to remember every day to cherish these moments.  Bask in the open mouth gap toothed smiles and giggle fits.  Melt with each hug, kiss, and other cuddly moments.  Smile every time he crawls in my lap just to sit with me to read a book.  Dance with him when the music plays.  Listen when he babbles off telling me about his day.  

There are so many firsts I realize I forgot to immortalize in my memory, so blinded by the darkness of depression.  Tracing back, first smile, first tooth...when were they?  Snippets of lucidness return and a wave of frustration rises, but just as quickly, a resolve to never let another moment pass under shadows....

Busier than ever...but it's just the way I like it. 

first haircut. :)