There are two things I know, or maybe two things I thought of today. This, this right here won’t last forever. This moment will be followed by many more. With each moment that passes we grow and change.
Today, when he reached his arms for me, and I swung him up on my hip like I have a thousand times, it hit me. I won’t be able to do this much longer. When my hand brushed across his diaper, I felt it. The twinge that my baby won’t be a baby for long.
He feels so good on my hip, like a perfect fit. This I will miss.
