Here I am, sometimes dreaming back the days of Jersey as my warm, squishy baby girl, tied to "Sah-Buh" and passy and me. And now my Zion. Willing him to stay a baby, but alas he grows. Barely hanging on to his "Ba-Ba" and utterly passy addicted. That part, I secretly love.
Yes, I'm a Mama of young-ins. I can't imagine life with them big, independent. For now, our favorite part of each day, yes all of us, is snuggled up on the couch reading books, warmed by Christmas lights and Jesus blankets and we're happy. So gosh, what's the harm. They'll grow, I'll adjust, and life will be as it should. And right now, life is as it should. I love my life, yes, sometimes mourning yesterday's passing but filled with hope for all of tomorrow.
But come on, look at him. You can't deny the appeal.
