Time has a way of seeming to speed up as you get older, but nothing can compare to how quickly this year has gone by.
Before we had Abby, everyone we talked to with kids seemed to repeat the same thing, “cherish everything, it goes by so fast.” In truth, before you become a parent, that sort of advice can go in one ear and out the other. But now, a year later, it’s the truest bit of knowledge I’ve ever received.
Most of the time I’m around my beautiful little girl, I’m in awe of her. I have to remind myself constantly that it wasn’t so long ago that she couldn’t even lift her own head. Now, she takes my breath away with how much personality she possesses as she stumbles, babbles and scoots through the day.
It can be an emotional tug-of-war at times too. I can’t really put into words how proud she made me when she took her first steps last week (which I managed to record on my phone). But at the same time, I can find myself getting wistful when I look at pictures or think back to a time when she was a tiny little miracle fast asleep on my chest swaddled up in a blanket. Through every moment of the past year, I’ve found myself wanting to freeze it in time, while also eagerly anticipating what comes next, since it promises to be even better.
After she was born last November, I wrote ‘Dear Abby’ the first of many columns detailing my daughter’s first year. It means the world to me that so many of readers have followed along over the past 12 months and shared in the experience.
And there have been so many great experiences I’ve shared with Abby over the past year.
We eventually graduated from watching Chelsea matches together on Saturday mornings while Mommy caught up on some much-deserved sleep to complete Daddy-Daughter Days. But the first time, it took me more than an hour to get Abby ready after a slight diaper mishap, an unscheduled bath and two clothing changes.
It was sad when we moved out of her Nana and Papa’s house and into our own home, but it’s been incredible to watch Abby grow and make it into her house.
Because of Abby, I had the best vacation ever this summer when we went to Charlotte to see Chelsea win against PSG and then spent a few days at the ocean in Myrtle Beach. And, we did it all in the Volvo wagon we only realized we needed after having a baby and packing up three-eighths of our house every time we went anywhere.
Barely six-months-old, Abby was already banging on the glass at hockey games. She started young, attending her first game, MoJacks vs. Bruins of course, when she was just three-weeks-old.
Kate and I used to call Beadie and Bodie ‘our dogs’ but, with each passing day, they become Abby’s dogs a little bit more, and I can’t wait to watch the three of them grow up together.
Last year, we decided to go with Abby as the short form for her name since it has all of the same letters as baby, and to me, that’s what she will always be whether she’s turning one, 21 or 51.
At the risk of embarrassing you when you stumble upon this as a teen, I love you Abbileen, you are the best thing to ever happen to me.