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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| He was such a beautiful baby, with his huge feet. He would not calm down with anyone else. Not with my dad or my mom. My little sister wasn't breastfeeded when she was small and seeing me breasfeed my son was such a wonder for her and she wanted to try it out with her doll. |
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.
