Growing Up...

Here are a couple of pictures that I was able to load somewhere else, and then load them to here. I can't believe how fast my little man is growing up. It seems like just yesterday we were there watching him come into the world. And now look at him.
Not so much a baby anymore.
He's a little boy.
A toddler.

He turns 18 months this week. I can't believe it. I want to rewind a year and a half and live it over again. I thought that I did a pretty good job of snuggling him, and making sure that I cherished every moment with him.
But now it doesn't seem like enough.
I need to do it more.

This little guy went to Nursery today. I was able to sit through Relief Society, and Sunday School without being interrupted.
Without needing to go out and wander the halls to calm a tired baby.
No, someone ELSE had to deal with it.
I admit I went and watched him through the window. And he looked perfectly fine. He didn't need me during that time. He had friends, other adults.
And he didn't need me. It was bittersweet.



I love this guy SOOO much. I still can't believe he's mine. I can't believe that I get to raise him, that I get to snuggle him, take care of him, and love him.
He seems too perfect for me.
I don't deserve to be blessed with such a miracle. But yet, I cherish every day I have with him.
He's my baby.
Like the book says:
"I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always;
As long as I'm living,
my baby you'll be"