I pulled a sobbing Asher into my lap last night around 10 pm--he had woken up again, and again, and again, his double ear infections and congestion keeping him from sleeping--and suddenly he laid back in my arms, snuggled against my chest, and closed his eyes, sniffling and clutching Peter Rabbit in one fist, and Rainbow Puppy in the other. It's been a long time since this boy wanted to lay down in my arms, and I had to wonder...where did this giant come from? It seems like just the other day that I could cradle his entire tiny body in one forearm, and now, suddenly, I can wrap both arms around him without my hands even touching. I love watching him grow and learn, but every day it breaks my heart to see my baby disappearing.
