Pitter, patter...of little feet running across the floor, when he should be in his crib?
{Sigh}. He's growing up and this Mama trying to accept the excitement and sadness at the same time. Can I sigh again? Because I love the baby and infant days. Sure, sure, not the wakeful nights :: but the smallness & utter dependence, infant yawns, nursing that precious little body, sweet baby bathtimes...all of it.
And after four rounds, it's come to a close.
Oh, so bittersweet.
82. the privilege of rocking
83. feeding and nursing
84. bathing and playing with
85. and staring for endless hours into the eyes of
86. four precious, beautiful children
Have a blessed weekend.
