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.
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| Me and Big Guy, April 2007 |
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| The curve. |
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.
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| April 2008 |
But his cheek, from a certain angle, still has that
baby curve.
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| One week ago |
I'm feeling mushy about my kids as Mother's Day approaches. How about you?
*Mother's Day Idea*
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yes it does something to ones heart to see the little ones. They are always precious.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet post, Courtney! Love your blog. Thanks for visiting me at Doorkeeper. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteI love that curve too. You described those sweet years so well. I miss them, but wouldn't want to do them over. I guess that is what we look forward to in grandparenting . . but that seems so far away.
ReplyDeleteThey grow up too fast, don't they? My boys are 13 and 15 now and every once in a while I catch a glimpse of their baby selves. Such sweet and precious moments :)
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