I'm content to stare at a certain face for hours at a time. I've never been without this little person by my side for more than a few hours since he's been born. Sometimes I watch him sleep (as the dishes pile in the sink and the laundry spills over the hamper) and know that these precious moments are slipping away. He's almost three months old and my heart sinks and leaps with joy at the same time. He'll never be a newborn again. He'll never fit in Toby's hand the way he once did. He'll never wear size one diapers again or recognize my face for the first time.
But there is so much to come! I'm excited every time I hear him waking up in the morning. I can't seem to get to him fast enough to see what he looks like that day. How much did he change overnight? What will he do this morning? Every moment is a new discovery for him and a joy to watch. The time to go back to work is coming soon; too soon. I won't even be going back full time and yet I'm still emotional about it. Perhaps it's because it simply signifies the end of this first short chapter of many in our lives together as a family. This time of just Mommy and Patrick for hours and hours, days filled with learning eachother and loving eachother are so special but somehow a nagging tug at my heart reminds me they won't last forever. So now I sit with spitup on my shoulder and a chubby little hand pulling my hair and know for certain there is nowhere else I'd rather be.