he’s just shy of 15 months old, wakes each morning full of giggles and bounce. my tiniest boy is far from tiny, yet i find it so hard to step back and watch him grow. gone is the miracle blanket and size 2 diapers, we’re far from bottles and miniature rattles. the playtex drop ins have been replaced by advent sippys, and rattling toys with his brother’s star wars figures.
what happened to the little one that graced us with his presense that hot summer morning? so quickly he’s gone from small and helpless to not-so-small with a mind of his own.
i treaure the last bits of baby we have left. the way he carries his ‘blue’ (aka: blankie) everywhere, just like his brother did. the look in his eyes that yearn for snuggles, how sweet his voice is when he calls “mamaaaaaa” from his crib. the roundness to his face and the sweet way he smells after a bath.
i’ll relish in my youngest boy, with tears in my eyes i’ll watch him grow – so blessed to be his mama.
by angie
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