This sums it up

I read the blogs of a few different moms, including Betsy Shaw on "Momformation". She recently wrote this about her 6 year old daughter, and it sums up my own feelings so nicely...

I’ve grown awkward in my love for her. She’s gotten so big, I no longer feel comfortable, or even entitled, to maul her, smother her with kisses or hold her tight for too long, like I do so easily with Isla. It’s strange, this constant transitioning. It’s so subtle I don’t notice it for months. Then, suddenly, I’m blindsided, no, sideswiped, by the reality that all babies grow up.

Just when I'm thinking Reed's getting too grown up, he'll do what he did a couple night ago and ask me to sing him "Baby Mine" as he goes to sleep.

No matter how old they are, they'll still be my babies.

And happy anniversary today to my wonderful husband!