Or at least, just some weeks ago or maybe few months.
And now he's almost ten and such a big boy.
Growing up in my eyes, every day, bigger and bigger.
Getting taller and smarter, more prepared to tackle with the life.
|Right after he was born, at the hospital.|
I know I should be thankful.
But at the same time, it's so hard to let go.
So hard to think that there will be a day when he will not need me.
Because it was just yesterday when he was a baby.
At the hospital, when he didn't breath when he was born.
|At home, it was so hard when he wouldn't sleep and then only wanted to sleep on my stomach.|
And then such a small baby with huge feet, a true hobbit at birth, just a bit too thin.
A baby who wouldn't stay with anyone else.
Who wouldn't let me go to the bathroom, or take a shower, who would scream if someone else took him.
A baby who pooped eight or nine times a night.
And would only sleep on my stomach.
Then a baby, I would not ever want to live without.
The only person who fills my life with love and happiness.
A big boy who can do almost everything for himself.
Who loves to ride a bike and play Minecraft with his friends.
Who wonders about what is the world and who has made it.
Who wants to know why God loves us all.
I love you the most.