I caught a glimpse of his baby curve the other day, when he asked me to snuggle. His head was slightly above mine, and as I looked up at his face, the curve of his cheek reminded me of when he was a baby. It is the curve that I saw when I rocked him to sleep and held him to nurse, five years ago.
I nearly died with love.
|Me and Big Guy, April 2007|
His legs are getting longer by the day, and the fat is gone from his thighs. His ankles exist and his wrists are no longer wrapped with a bracelet of chub. His neck has stretched out and his arms are strong. Though he tries, his belly won't pooch out when he is full, like it used to.
But his cheek, from a certain angle, still has that baby curve.
|One week ago|
I'm feeling mushy about my kids as Mother's Day approaches. How about you?
*Mother's Day Idea*
Adopt a Mom in Need to Honor Your Mom, through Florence Crittenton of South Carolina