These pictures were taken a little more than a month ago, and already you’ve changed so much.
Now, I can see your personality emerging with the crinkling of your nose, each gummy smile, and every breathy coo. My sweet son, you’re growing faster than even I could have imagined, and there are so many things about right now that I never want to forget…
The perfect way your bottom fits into the crook of my elbow as we go about our day. I can still balance you, head tucked under my chin, when I need to use both hands in the kitchen or to help a little girl.
The downy softness of your hair, (all that hair!), against my cheek and nose as I nuzzle it like a proud mama-dog.
Your breath still smelling of the purest, freshest air. Heaven’s own air, it seems.
Your tiny fist always clutching my hair, my shirt, or a strap when I draw you close.
That contented shudder-sigh as you settle into the sweet rhthym of a precious feeding session.
And then your milk-drunk collapse across my lap with your warm belly impossibly full.
Or the weight of you on my chest and shoulder as we sway in the recliner- together drifting in and out of sleep.
I can’t get enough of this memorizing of details, of holding you near and breathing you in. Because I know, son, that we will never be physically closer than we are right now. That for the rest of your life, I will be gradually letting you go…
You are two months, my boy, and I love you so, so much.
*Photo credit to (the talented and patient) Pepper Wooters of Zeebug Photography.