When Elias was a baby I would count months, and sometimes even weeks. I would always know how old he was. Each time 7:02 p.m. came on a Thursday I would make another mental check mark. Another week old. I don’t know when I stopped paying attention to how old he was…it’s not like I don’t know. I just don’t think about it as much. But this morning I realized that today Elias is exactly 18 months old.
It is bittersweet. I love Elias so much. It seems that I love him more and more every day, and each age just gets better and better. But he is definitely not a baby any more. My boy is growing up.