Here I sit cradling you, as you rest your head on my chest, belly filled with milk after nursing. I sit here and gaze at your beautiful face, your hair is getting so long, your skin is so soft, your long eyelashes, I love your chunky thighs and how your hand is clutching my shirt, just to stay close to me.
You're my baby and in three days you'll be 11 months old. You're my baby and you took your first steps a week ago. You're my baby and you are ready to explore all that lays in front of you. You're my baby and a part of me is sad, sad to let go of you as my baby. Sad to watch your body grow to where you no longer lay in my lap. Sad to "lose" you as my baby.
But at the same token, I am so happy. Happy to watch you thrive, play, laugh, discover. I am proud to watch you achieve each milestone. I am joyful to have a front row seat watching your life unfold,
I love you so. My little. My baby. No matter how old you get. And tonight I'll hold you a little bit longer and soak up this moment, as you slumber in my arms. 😍
Love,
Your mama
