“I just want to cuddle with you, Mommy.”
My precious boy. My little squish who sat on my hip, and trekked with us across the country twice is suddenly all arms and legs, with the top of his head barely grazing my shoulder. When did this happen?! “I was just rocking you to sleep a minute ago”, I think wistfully, “when did this happen. Where did the time g…
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