I feel like I write about this an awful lot. Maybe I don't. I don't know but as I was feeding W this morning I looked at him and saw a countenance that I didn't recognize. It was one of a little boy, not of a baby, and for a second melancholy set in. I longed for him to be the baby that he was. I still think of him as a baby, my baby. and I probably always will. Even when he is married with kids of his own. He will still be my sweet baby boy.
I know. Everyone says it. Strangers tell you at the coffee shop, that they grow up so fast. Usually I just nod, smile and say the stock answer, "I know." But I really do.
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