I must’ve said the phrase “time flies” a million times already, but truly it is what I feel.
When I was little, I used to think that time went by too slowly and I couldn’t wait to grow up. 10, 12, 14, 16, 18 and 20.
But as I trespassed the slow-time boundary of 25, suddenly the tick-tocks just started speeding up and I often don’t see a week passing by. I no longer long for time to zap and pass, I want them to linger.
It’s like pregnancy. One minute you just found out about the existence of the little one inside, the next minute you’ve already given birth, and the next one after the baby has grown up so big.
3 August, one year ago, I was doing one of my two last checkups with the ob-gyn at the hospital.
My blood pressure was high, yet we had not decided for a c-sect, we went home and waited.
That night I had a dream. Of a baby with bright eyes, sweet smile and light, fair fluffy hair, who cuddled me and kissed me on my cheeks. The baby in my dream was so handsome I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
One year after, it’s him in person. The baby of my dream. With his bright hazel eyes, sweet naughty smile, light, fair fluffy hair that shines golden under the sun, who refuses to sleep at 3 AM and loves to cuddle me, loves giving me soppy wet supersweet kisses and bites me with his seven (almost eight) teeny mini teeth.
And he is so handsome, more handsome than the one I saw in my dreams, he is so handsome that I am not the only one who couldn’t take my eyes off him – everyone looks at him twice, he’s a mini head-turner.
He’s almost one year old. Time, don’t fly so fast now, please. Linger just a bit longer here, I want to enjoy Louis’s babyhood as much as possible.