Missing my baby...

I used to sit Quint on a little blanket in the living room with his toys and he'd play for the longest time - content to explore within the boundaries of that blanket. I loved watching him and seeing what small thing would take his interest. I wished I could know what he was thinking.

But every day that I have felt would never end and those I wished wouldn't end have indeed come and gone - and with them, my little baby. The one who couldn't sit up, but then learned how. The one who couldn't crawl, but suddenly could. The little man who tried and tried again until I found him one day standing up in his crib. And the boy who has amazed us with his ability to not only walk, but run - laughing and giggling as he goes.

The little boy who went from a bottle to a sippy cup and now to a straw. The baby who wanted to be held constantly and now can sit and watch his favorite show while Mommy cleans the kitchen. The little man who used babble constantly but now points, signs, and says mama and dada, picks up his toys, and "reads" his books.

I'm not surprised that he's growing up. I'm not surprised that's he's changing everyday into the most beloved boy in our world. I'm not surprised that I love him more and more every minute. I'm not surprised that he's more than we could have ever hoped for or deserved.

I'm just surprised how much I miss my baby...and how much I already wish I could start over and see him that little again...

I didn't expect to feel this way so soon. Twenty years from now, maybe. But I already miss him.

I guess I just needed to say that tonight ~

I love you baby boy...