lifewithh

[lifewithh]

Somewhere along the way he stopped curling against my tummy the way he did when he was inside of it, he started taking more naps in his crib than on my shoulder, he preferred lifting his head to look around over resting it on my chest. Newborn life was gone in the blink of an eye and though I soaked in every second I could it wasn't enough. How could it ever be enough?

[lifewithh]

Often lately I think he looks more like a little boy than a little baby, but I sometimes catch glimpses of his newborn self - in the pout of his lip when he stretches and the shift of his unfocused eyes when he's tired.

[lifewithh]

I hope I never forget his little sighs while he eats

The smell of his hair

The way he nestles into my chest

The change in his breaths as he transitions from awake to asleep

If I could just bottle these moments and save them to relive someday when he needs me a little less

[lifewithh]

so very in love

[lifewithh]

wiping my tears with a milky burp cloth