The One about Saying Goodbye to Age One

    This is the last post about Asher's 2nd birthday.  I just had to devote a post to saying goodbye to age one.  In November, when Gavin turned four, I talked about an article I read about a mother saying goodbye to each age of her child and what she loved and cherished about each age.  Here is what she wrote about age one:

     "One:  a joyous Buddha who erupted into chortles and shrieks at a smile from a stranger or the taste of a new food.  He discovered words and strung them together with babble, laughing uproariously each time.  "Mommy blahblah fire truck bbbbbth turtle," One would shriek, slapping his knee.  Everything was a question to One.  He'd clamber onto me and point at objects, asking:  "What this?  That?"  Then he'd watch me closely, his milk breath heating my cheek, as I named it all."
                                                                                                  --Letting Go of Henry, Little by Little
                                                                                                  --Alice Bradley

    Goodbye sweet age One.  I will miss you more than you will ever know. 

Age One (with the scar on his nose from when he fell on the sidewalk at his first birthday party)

 Age Two