And now, that little baby boy is a year old. He's walking, talking a little bit and has a few teeth. He still has a head full of dark hair, that needs to be cut...again. Huge brown eyes and long eyes lashes that make me jealous. While he adores his big sisters most of the time, he lets them know when he is annoyed.
He's a daddy's boy. Although his first word was "Mama." As soon as Jonas walks through the door in the evening, Jack cries until his Daddy comes for him. Not too long ago, Jack was playing in the playpen and Jonas walked over to the neighbors. I tried not to laugh as Jack watched his Daddy through the window and screamed for him. He was not a happy boy.
I've been dreading this day for a little while now. I knew it was coming. I have a hard time not crying when I look at him today. He's my last baby and this last year went by so quickly. But, I also love watching him grow and wonder how he will be another year from now. It's hard. It's bittersweet. It's life.
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