Rylan is just over 10 months old and is acting and looking more and more like a little boy everyday. He has changed so much from the little baby we brought home, and I was reminded of this today as I went through the clothes he had grown out of to give to a friend of ours. I sat in the living room with the tub of clothes in front of me, and Rylan next to me pulling the clothes out and throwing them on floor, singing "ah-oh, ah-oh" I held up one of his newborn outfits and was amazed that it ever fit him. Time rushes by to fast, and I don't want to look back and regret not being more involved. I have been trying to make a more conscious effort to spend quality time with Rylan every day, even if it is only 5 minutes on the floor playing with him after dinner before he goes to bed. I know there is nothing I can do to slow things down, but I can take the time to really enjoy these moments that I'll never get back.
I am also feeling very out of sorts lately. Rylan is scheduled to have surgery next week, it's a minor out patient procedure, but as a mom, there is no such thing. I know he will be fine, but I am still worried, and will likely remain worried until after the procedure is done and my baby is back in my arms. I have had an unsettled feeling for the last few days that I am expecting to persist. But at the same time I am trying to remind myself how blessed we are that this is a very minor issue and there are a number of people out there facing much worse with their family. There will certainly be lots of prayers said in this house this week.
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