I remember when we were given that sleeper he's wearing. A neighbor of Mark's parents sent it for him. I remember hysterically laughing with my MIL about how it was so huge and little 5 pound Colin would probably never fit in it.
Fast forward roughly 10 months. It was a brisk evening and I pulled this sleeper out of the drawer that holds all the clothes that are too big. "It will probably be big but that's OK" I thought to myself. I zipped it up...and it fit perfectly. It sounds silly but it almost took my breath away. I sat in the rocking chair, struggling to hold back my tears and hang on to my squirmy baby for just one more minute.
I can't help but tear up when I think that in about two weeks, he'll be one and on his way to no longer being my baby, but being my little boy.
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