Isaiah has seen a lot in these past seven months. He’s watched winter and it’s rain leave saturated soil ready for spring’s planting. He’s watched Mommy laugh as she tickled him and smile as she hugged him. He and his big, blue eyes have watched Daddy with complete and utter adoration, unaware that the man who cuddles him will be the same man who teaches him over the next eighteen-odd-years what it means to be a man. He’s already learned from Mommy how to laugh and laugh and laugh, even when sleep seems the only cure to a sour morning. He’s seen two Thanksgivings already — a Canadian one and an American one — and watched the twinkle lights of a Christmas tree mark the close of one year and the beginning of a new one. He watched St. Patrick’s Day come and go, all those delightfully green outfits and shamrock leaves. He’s seen a New Year, a Valentine’s Day, a Easter. There’s been a first day of Autumn and a first day of Winter and a first day of Spring.
And it’s only been seven months. Just think of all the next few weeks and months and years will bring. O, the places you’ll go.