
I'm watching Caleb as he happily entertains himself for more than a mere few minutes and I'm wondering when this happened. Yesterday I couldn't put him down long enough to go to the bathroom. Yesterday I was perched on the couch for hours with a newborn in my arms. Yesterday I was up every two hours and sleep deprived. Yesterday Caleb 'almost' fit in my hands. Today I'm watching my baby boy who isn't even a year old already venture out on his own, happily, knowing mom is just around the corner. And I'm already tearing up thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll be watching him walk, (away from me no less) bringing him to kindergarten, watching him graduate, dancing with him at his wedding, and wondering, where did all those yesterdays go.
So for now I'll soak up every cuddle, wrap my arms around every inch of loveable chub, and savor every single precious moment with my beautiful baby boy. And I won't spend too much time worrying about all those tomorrows.









