It’s like we expect this light switch to flip on their second birthday and our sweet angel baby to be replaced by a scary toddler!
Tag: Growing up
I cried when she walked for the first time. And cried every time I thought about it for the following week. She’s getting big so fast…and each first is the last time.
Dear last child of mine, You are the last baby I will hold, the last baby whose soft body I will smell, the last one I will feed and comfort at night.
I hated you when you wished for your child to “just stay little,” but now I understand. You’ve said it often. “Why can’t they just stay little?”
“Five more minutes.” This is my older son’s habitual plea as my husband and I…