It hit me last night while I was tending the nursery at church that my baby will grow up. I was playing Monkey-in-the Middle with some older kids and having so much fun when I was just absolutely overcome with this sad, somber realization. I mean, I already knew it and i think about how fast he's growing all the time but last night I felt especially tender on the issue.
It seems like Miles is ALWAYS in such a cute stage. He changes so much everyday; learning new things, saying new words, experiencing first after first. I love watching him discover the world and being there to witness his reactions to everything. There are so many things I adore about my tiny guy.
-I love how he always smells like cinnamon from his morning oatmeal.
-I love the way he smiles when he's being mischievous.
-I love that he's discovered how to give me raspberries and he finds it hilarious!
-I love how he begs to be "wocked" before bed to delay the inevitable night night time.
-I love how fascinated he is with bugs.
-I love his solo dimple.
-I love how snuggly he is just after his bath.
-I love that he loves to run around naked.
-I love the way he says crazy, "Kazy!"
-I love that he loves me and even though he can't say it yet he shows me in so many ways it's true.
I know one day he will be too big to sit on my lap and have me "wok" him to sleep. He won't think I'm funny just because I make a silly face or dance around the room like a mad woman. I'll just be an ATM and a ride to the mall. But for now he's mine to hold. To snuggle. To kiss and hug every chance I get.
I love you baby boy,