Of course, as these things go, I didn’t notice what I had done. I thought I was leisurely checking out site improvements, sampling the bells and whistles, perusing what was out there to make my site faster, easier… better.
“Mom, what does a parent call their child when the kid grows up?”
“But say the kid is grown up, not a child anymore?”
“Our children grow up and become adults, and yet our children will always be our children. Forever.”
“I like that.”
In our quiet moments I grab my youngest and cuddle him like I did when he was small as he squirms and squeals for me to let him go. While I shower him with loud smacking kisses on the top of his head he half laughs/ half screams for immediate release. Where did the time go? How did my plump little tot become even more willful and remarkably strong? My baby.