1There are days when we snuggle, and you slowly fall asleep in my arms.
Your fingers are wrapped around my hair, and your face is nuzzled into my warmth.
You’ve become so grown up, but then I see glimpses of the little baby who snuggled with me not too long ago.
It is still so hard to believe that a year and a half ago you were the small little newborn that we brought home from the hospital. Continues on the next pages…
