Sometimes less really is more....

There you have a little boy holding and drinking all by himself his milky, milky, milk from his sippy cup!

Oh what a journey it has been to get to here.

Everytime I see it, I beam....

I more than beam........

I cry and smile on the inside all at the same time.

He is doing it and he always will.

I love the way of his development.

I don't know exactly how it goes for other kids because he is my first and only, but I imagine it just pops in, in a snap before your eyes, they are doing something different, something new....

ahhh...

With Griffin....

It moves in slow, unfolding like a beautiful sunset. I get to see all the colors slowly coming together, and it creeps in on me, and I know it is coming, and I literally see each step it takes for him to get there, and....sometimes....

I even get to be the one that helps him get there.

It is great, experiencing his slow development, great I tell you.

It is so great simply because

it is so different than the way I have ever lived life.

Slow

is not something that us human beings are especially good at.

But..

Griffin is good at it.

He shows no anxiety to get somewhere, he just knows that he will get to exactly where he is supposed to be.

And it forces me slow down which I love.

And If I let it,

when I am feeling all anxious, I can just look at him and know that I too will get to exactly where I am suppose to be.

And that my friends is how less can totally be more :)