This picture makes me want to cry.
Maybe it has a little bit to do with the fact that he is getting his first haircut today or maybe it's because he is looking less and less like a baby each day.
Either way, my baby is growing up. I try to stop time but that has not panned out so well-just like those dang lottery numbers.
Last night, he literally fell asleep in my arms (that is what not napping will do to you) and I asked myself how long it had been since he had done that. I couldn't remember. The kid only stops moving for food and to zone out on whatever is on TV.
I remember that rainy day in October that we brought him home from the hospital, we both looked at each other like, 'ok, what now?' I fed him and he fell asleep in my arms. That moment instantly stitched a place in my heart. Those were always moments I cherished, ones I looked forward to each night. The moments between sleepiness and dreamland might have been full of snuggles and kisses but they were simple moments chiseled out in time just for the two of us.
I sat there and I watched his breath rise up and down like I did when he was fresh out of the womb.
He placed his little hand directly on my chest like he has done for as long as I can remember.
He curled up to me and I snuggled in closer.
I looked down at him and saw traces of the tiny newborn he once was. His pouty bottom lip drawn open and his toes curled in.
His hair has grown longer and blonder that he curls between his fingers.
The chunky rolls have changed into lanky arms that he uses to hug me.
His legs are longer and leaner from all the running.
His mouth is full of teeth but the adorable dimples remain the same.
His eyes are still blue as ever but in them I see more personality and strength behind them.
I can't say for sure but one thing I will never forget is how much I love this kid.
I am sure he'll never forget that either.