Each moment

Time passes ever so quickly. Jared and I took Hunter to my father's grave over Memorial Day weekend. It had been a year since I last visited the gravesite. It was a beautiful day full of blue skies, puffy white clouds, green trees, and brightly colored flags. However, a headstone is a sorry second next to having my son actually meet his grandfather. I was just aching to be with my father that weekend. Just tearing up at the memory of him. I find it interesting that my son has two great-grandfathers, but no grandfathers. 

Jared and I then headed off to Birmingham for several more days with family and friends. 

I am soaking up time with Hunter. He is focusing more and continuing to be the cutest baby I have ever seen. Mornings are still just the best time of snuggling and hanging out. He is so happy in the morning and did a posing series for me one morning...

Serious face:

Surprised face:

Happy face:

Grandma loves to bathe babies and Hunter just eats up bath time with her. She even styled his hair!

I love to dress Hunter in a little onsie outfit for the day, but his feet get cold so I pulled out some socks. I got a kick out of this pair of sock/leg warmers that apparently arrived from the 80's!

I think Hunter looks a lot like Jared just with my full lips and blue eyes. I think there are going to be certain aspects of his personality that are very similar to mine though. First, he likes to dance as evidenced by the sprinkler move he was practicing on our walk the other morning. Second, the kiddo has trouble falling asleep when he's afraid of missing something. 

I become frightfully sad when I think of returning to work. I didn't really worry about it until I hit the halfway point last week. Now, I have less time than more. Having a child is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I have an aching love for Hunter and I become fearful at times that something bad will happen to him, something that I cannot protect him against. Having him gives me such sympathy and empathy for the parents of children in the hospital. I cannot imagine watching him suffer or be sick. I cannot imagine having to stand on the other side of losing a child to tragedy. 

So, I want to make sure that I eat up each moment, each day with him. I want to make sure that I don't miss something because I'm browsing pinterest or a food blog. It's not worth it. He is.