As I was putting Bee down for a nap, I was struck by how big he is. Did he ever *really* fit in those newborn diapers I found in the closet? Did he ever lay still to have his diaper changed? Because these days, changing his diapers or putting on his clothes is like trying to wrangle a steer.
Then, I gave little Bee his "Tucker" (lovey). As he snuggled and rubbed his face, I saw a glimpse of the newborn that we brought home last July. And when he woke up from his nap all sleepy and put his little chubby arms around me and nuzzled my neck I swear I smelled the "newborn" smell on him.
Now, he's tearing apart his playmat and wrestling his stuffed bunny (I can never tell who is winning because the bunny DOES keep coming back for more). He's surrounded by toys I never thought he'd be big enough to play with. Time (and life) has a way of screaming right past you.
Bee, I fall more in love with you every single day. Your grins and giggles crack me up. We have difficult days, but on those days, after you go to bed, all I can think about is how to make tomorrow better for you--because after all, you make my days perfect.
I am the luckiest woman ever because I have two of the most incredible boys I could have asked for. I am lucky to be tasked with raising them to be amazing men.
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