one more one

I can't believe there is only one more month of my baby being one. 

I've always felt like he's growing so fast, like it's moving at a breakneck speed and that I can't blink. But in the countdown to a birthday it always feels faster. 

I can't believe how big he is already - he's started saying "daddy" and "mommy" instead of "dada" and "mama" just in the last two days. He's pushing himself on his scooter. He can recognize most of the letters of the alphabet. He makes it to the potty... most of the time! 

And yet, I still treasure all the ways he's still my baby. Nursing is still his favorite thing to do, best place of comfort. He loves to be held and watch whatever I'm doing. If I squat down, he'll still run full speed - smiling wide - into my arms. He still lays his head down on my shoulder as I sing and rock him before sleep. 

One more month being one. I'm in love with every single moment, my boy. My baby boy.