someone tell my sweet baby boy to stop growing up so fast.
i swear it was just yesterday i was rocking/dancing him through his witching hour each night. now, evening park visits and baths keep him occupied until he readily goes to bed.
i swear, every day i think my mama heart isn't strong enough to handle these wonderful changes. it will surely break, longing for things of the past.
oh my sweet, sweet sam. you'll never know...