A few weeks before his 3rd birthday and I am noticing every day the little boy that is emerging from my baby. He still loves his blanket (DeeDee) and his crib. He still loves to be babied by his mama. He still needs me to kiss every bump and scratch and seems to believe in the power of my kiss (“Kiss this mama. It’s better now.”). He still giggles like a baby – where it seems to erupt from his soul. He is still my baby. He will always be my baby; even when he grows too big for my hip; even when he grows taller than me; even when he has children of his own. He’ll be my baby, sleeping peacefully in his crib, with no problems that can’t be cured by his DeeDee and his mama’s kiss.
my littlest guy is three too, such a sweet age! your photos are too cute : ) I love what you wrote about "He still giggles like a baby – where it seems to erupt from his soul" that is the best, love that!
Posted by: gardenmama | September 23, 2009 at 12:51 PM