One month old
Today my kiddo is one month old. It's very weird to me how young he is. Just after he was born, Garin and I were saying how rare it is to meet someone who is only 1 minute old, and then 1 hour, and then...well, you get the picture.
When do we stop counting minutes, hours, or even months? Yesterday was my 355th month birthday (which means today I've lived approximately 15,549,120 minutes). What if we had a birthday celebration every month? I wouldn't be opposed to getting presents every 8th day of the month, but I suppose I would get tired of the constant reminders of the passage of time. That's what makes things like the Olympics and Haley's Comet and Virginia's Quadricentennial such a big deal - we go for years without thinking about it, and then suddenly, we start getting election campaign ads in the mail and realize it's been four years since we voted for president. It is a big deal, isn't it? It only happens once every 4 years, or every 80 years, or every 400 years.
Still, I like counting the weeks and months since my son was born. I know I'll get tired of it someday soon, the weekly reminders that he is growing up fast. But for now, I'll wish him a happy one-month birthday, and enjoy the passage of time...
When do we stop counting minutes, hours, or even months? Yesterday was my 355th month birthday (which means today I've lived approximately 15,549,120 minutes). What if we had a birthday celebration every month? I wouldn't be opposed to getting presents every 8th day of the month, but I suppose I would get tired of the constant reminders of the passage of time. That's what makes things like the Olympics and Haley's Comet and Virginia's Quadricentennial such a big deal - we go for years without thinking about it, and then suddenly, we start getting election campaign ads in the mail and realize it's been four years since we voted for president. It is a big deal, isn't it? It only happens once every 4 years, or every 80 years, or every 400 years.
Still, I like counting the weeks and months since my son was born. I know I'll get tired of it someday soon, the weekly reminders that he is growing up fast. But for now, I'll wish him a happy one-month birthday, and enjoy the passage of time...
posted by Rachel @ 10:49 AM
1 Comments:
At 9/30/2007 10:26 PM ,
Anonymous said...
Wow, what interesting thoughts! I didn't even know there was such a word as Sesquemegasupercentenniel (or whatever, I can't go back to look without losing this comment). Anyway, I don't think of you in months anymore, just years. But I do think of Isaac in months, on October 9 he will be 3 months old, oh my goodness, he is 3 times older than when you wrote this. WEIRD! But cool. See you in one week. Love, Grammie
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