Just can't believe my little boy will be 8 years old tomorrow. I remember everything about his pregnancy like it was yesterday. His first year, I would say, was the happiest year of my life. I had mothering one little baby down no problem! The sleeplessness didn't bother me really that much. Nursing was lovely. Easy easy days nursing and napping and the reading! (Oh my, I got so much reading done in those first few months).
Ronan was such an easy going baby. Nursed well, took a bottle, took a paci, walked early, talked early, sang songs, cuddled, had a head full of fluffy black hair that made him look so adorable. The same sweet grin he flashes today, just smaller.
I always tell people that Ronan is the best oldest child you could ever ask for. He is mostly easy going. He is caring and kind almost all of the time with others. He has always had this sort of innate sensitivity regarding other people. He doesn't point out differences in people's appearances, call people names, act rudely (usually ;) ) or seek to put himself first before other people. He helps with his younger siblings and has fun with them. He's actually friends with his sister and loves his younger brothers and I know, as they get older, he'll be friends with them as well. Sure, he makes mistakes, he's still such a young kid, but I'm really proud of the person he is and the older child he is becoming.
I love you sweet Ro. You're the best. I'll miss you being little, but I love watching you grow.