Keep him little!

I sometimes wonder if I would ever get tired of this size. I don't think I would.

After a while, would there come a time when I would say, ok, time to grow up?

I hate how fast they change.

I love this boy.

I love spending the majority of my day (and night) in my big red chair holding him close.

I love his big (cross your fingers) brown eyes,

I love his smell,

his squeaks,

his long fingers around mine.

Already he's changing, and I wish I could just keep him little.