This morning when Grant woke up he looked different to me. My baby is growing again. His sweet face changed slightly, he was leaner and longer. It breaks my heart a little. I still look at the boys and marvel at how they've grown. How could 4 be so big? With each passing day, week, month - my boys - all three - learn new things, become more self sufficient and independent. As a mother it is a wonder to watch.
But with Grant somehow its a little different. My last baby. (Did I really just write that?) I don't want to lose the pudgy legs, the smell of fresh diapers and powder, the pacifiers and the crib. And I know many of these things are only months away from disappearing. Ouch.
All I can do is soak it all in and torture him with photo shoots. I worry that there hasn't been enough of them. Here he comes now with his little duck in hand, pacifier and full diaper. :) He is still my baby today.
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