My sweet baby is almost two. He's still our Little Buddy but he's not so little anymore. I look at his legs and think how long. I look at his hands and think how big and when he looks at me with those big ole eyes and smiles or leans in for a kiss on his forehead I feel an unbelievable kind of love and I think how overwhelming. I still check on him twice every night (I am OCD) and STILL my breath is taken away both times. Before we know it he'll be going off to college. When he comes home for holidays will I still feel that shortness of breath and that intense need to keep him safe? I have no doubt in my mind that I will.
Happy Birthday my sweet Little Buddy. I love you.