Just one. One year old. How did that happen so fast? First, you were one hour, and we marveled at the tiniest little creature in our arms, so new to this world. We rested our eyes for just a minute, and you were one day. And we knew you just a bit more. We brought you home to this chaos of brothers, and life took over. You were suddenly one week. One month. One year. We marked every milestone. Every occasion. Every miraculous time you turned one once more.
But tomorrow you are two. And that is the end of the one era that happens once in your life.
It is just one day of difference. But as time marches on, one day at a time, there's one thing we know so well, and that is this: there is no going back. Not even for one minute.
Because you are one, you won't remember today.
But if you could, I would want you to remember standing in your crib on the eve of your birthday, lifting up your perfect little chin, asking me for one more kiss - just one. Like you. Just for one instant more.
