When I was pregnant with my son, my first baby, the anticipation of his arrival nearly drove me crazy.  Time seemed to go by so fast and all the while, he couldn’t get here soon enough.  Waking up each morning knowing that day could be the day was such a surreal feeling.  And on the Wednesday night when my husband and I went to bed, there is no way we could have prepared ourselves for the feeling of knowing that it would be our last night together, just the two of us.

The arrival of our second child brought on a very different feeling though.  A more aware feeling.  The feeling that came with understanding how fleeting our time alone with our son really was.  Due to complications, our daughter would come into the world via scheduled c-section, which meant that not only did we hold on to those last moments with just our son…but we knew exactly how long that would be.

And on that last night before our daughter was born, I looked at him in a way that I never had before because I understood that we were experiencing a moment that we would never have again; his last moments as our only child.

Our beautiful friends, Marie-Josee and Mat, are in that time right now as they count down the weeks and days until they enter into a whole new stage of their lives.  But first, there is now.  The time in which they hold on to these moments that are uniquely theirs; two parents and their beautiful only child…