remembering...

At no time more than when you are sleeping does my mind wander back to those days when you were just a tiny tot who would fall fast to sleep in Mama's arms each evening. I watch you closely as you dream this night and I see the same soft cheeks... the same bee stung lips... as I did back then. Sometimes during the day, when you are living your big boy life and doing your big boy things, I forget about those days. I see my son who is growing up... who is getting his grown up teeth in... who can read all by himself now... who taught daddy and I how to count to 100 in Spanish. Such joy we take in watching you grow up... how proud we are.

...but when you are sleeping I see my baby boy... and I can't help but stare just a minute longer.