Ah! Today Ollie turns two! I can’t even believe it. First, geez, does time fly. Where did all the months go? I feel like I was handed a seven pound bundle of blankets and all of a sudden it materialized into a wild little boy that hops on the dining room table and hammers the TV screen with his toy trains. Second, wow, I can’t even believe I’ll have another one of these in just three months. Both thoughts make me want to hysterically laugh and cry and eat massive amounts of synthetic cheese snacks to take my mind off of reality.
Before I had Ollie, I knew parents loved their kids. Everyone knows that. I got the whole “motherhood” thing — or so I thought. Then, August 16, 2008 rolled around and I was floored. I remember one girlfriend telling me to look forward to my labor because it would be the “best day” of my life and, boy, was that dead on. Ollie’s birthday, and every day since then, has been leaps and bounds better than any other time in my life (though I will admit it was fun kisssing drunk boys and dancing to cheesy frat house music in college). But seriously, I think I speak for both Grey and I when I say that having Ollie was the single happiest event in both of our lives. Yeah, our wedding day was special, but bringing a new human being into the world topped it by miles.
When I look back over my blog entries, or even the whole point of why I’m doing this daily thanking — I think Ollie takes the cake for the thing for which I am most grateful. Happy 2, Lil Fella!