Reminiscing...

It probably seems ridiculous. He isn't even a year old...yet. But it is just around the corner. Every time I look at him, he is a little taller. I lift him and he weighs a little more. His fingers move with precision. His curiosity keeps him moving. My tiny baby is turning into a busy little boy.

Is it strange that I could cry when I look back at pictures of the first few days/weeks/months of his life? Am I crazy for wishing I could hold my tiny little baby one more time and remember what it feels like? Is it possible to love someone too much?

I may not be able to hold him, but at least I can hear his sweet baby noises any time I want...