Life passes so quickly when you raise a little someone. All the moments blend together and get all fuzzy, even with the blogging! But there are some memories that stand out amongst the rest. They feel like you just made them the other day...not like something awhile back ago.
Here are some of mine. I welcome all my parents out there to post any that you have too! I'd love to hear of them.
- The first time Michael ran a long way into my outstretched arms and gave me the biggest and best hug ever. We were in Sevilla on the way to the cathedral and that was where he did it.
- Michael eating paella right out of the huge wok in the middle of the table with his spoon.
- Michael dancing along to a flamenco show we watched.
- His running around like a crazy kid in the Alhambra.
Lots of Spanish memories so far...I'm sure I have other ones. - How sad and scared I felt when Michael was a baby and we were getting a CAT scan on his brain due to his bulging fontanelle. I just remember thinking, "I'm not ready to let him go. He's just a baby and we've only begun to love him. He hasn't even lived his life yet." Dramatic. I know. It's me.
- Seeing him wrapped up like a little mummy for the above CAT scan.
- Of course, crawling in my lap and telling me we would always be friends and that he loved me. That'll be top of the list for a while.
- Him ripping out the rope railing post at Stonehenge and telling me he was just "trying to get to the big rocks."
But one of the memories that always shocks me the most is one of our last ones in Paris. We locked up our apt one last time and were running up Avenue des Gobelins to catch our bus back to the hotel.
Right next to Canon des Gobelins (one of our fav local cafes)...Michael, who was running ahead of us, turns around and says, "Mommy! Hurry Mommy! Let's Go!"
And I burst into tears...right there...on the corner...in the street...with the snow falling around me. Because this was something we did A LOT. Run up our street to catch the bus, Michael ahead of me, telling at me to hurry or we'll miss the bus. And this was the last time it would ever ever happen. Last time up our street. Last time in our neighborhood in Paris. Last time next to our fav cafe in the area. Leaving Michael's childhood behind. Because THIS was Michael's life as he knew it and we were leaving it. And all of my memories of his little life were there. And we were leaving it.
Brian stared at me and laughed. And told me to pull it together. THIS is my life partner. :)
