I was told once, mid-way through my pregnancy, that it would be the little moments, the little things, which would steal my heart and take my breath away.
At the time, it didn't register. After all, the only thing taking my breath away was a little body rearranging my organs and causing heartburn.
Then my son arrived.
I don't remember many big things this year to be honest, at least, not big things in the scope of the world. But, for now, they are my world.
They are the giggles in the morning.
The first wobbly steps while reaching for his mama.
They are the look of wonder no matter how many times the ball is rolled across the floor.
They are the gratitude after a foot rub.
They are a mama's amazement as she rocks and watches little eyelids flutter at 2am.
They are the connection of someone saying hello.
They are the tears of relief when someone says "let me help"
So many little wonders and one begins to wonder how they ever became so blessed.
