My son will be six months old next week and is already out of most of his six month clothes. He is growing so quickly that I wonder if he may pass his sister in the next few years. With every outfit that doesn’t fit I feel like I’m watching my baby boy grow into a little boy who won’t have time to stop and cuddle his mama.
All of that is running through my mind right now as he sleeps on my lap. His feet hang off my right leg, almost touching the couch, and his head is resting in the crook of my elbow. He makes a loose “L” across my legs and torso and his easy breathing leaves a warm, comfortable, living weight against my body.
I should be folding laundry, but I just can’t bring myself to put him in his crib. I can’t help but feel that these moments will be gone too soon.