Just One More time...

Tonight as I got Bubs ready for bed, I put his first 12 month outfit on him. It's the cutest little footed jammie I got from Divine Consign little cowboy horses and it says "giddy up" all over it. I get a bit sentimental at the littlest milestones. He turned 8 months this last week and I got a rare chance to nurse him in the middle of the night. As he ate he was playing with my face. His tiny little hands were moving my lips all around as he ate. I pondered how someday, in what will seem like a flash of time, his hands will not be tiny, but be large, the size of a man's hands...

Rewind to Sis as a tiny infant...from time to time she would fall asleep on my chest, the way only newborns can do. I recall thinking one day, I was going to sit and just soak the moment up...enjoy as much of it as I could because one day I would think "If I could just hold that tiny baby one more time" That was my "just one more time" To this day, when I catch myself pondering her as a tiny baby, longing to have just one more chance to hold her. I go back to that day, and recall that I took that chance to hold her extra long "just one more time."

I took the middle of the night feed to do that with Bubs. I sat there soaking it all in. Thinking of how small his hand is, how soft and new his skin feels. How his little body fit perfectly across my lap. How his whole face lights the room when I walk in. How he throws his arms in the air and says "mamamamama" when he's done playing and ready to be held. How he stops eating to look at his dad and say "da" and waits patiently to offer a huge smile when his dad looks his way.

Toddlerhood is knocking at our door with him and soon Sis will be classified as a "preschooler" Time is flying by... I must pause for "just one more time."

Being a mom is the hardest thing I've ever done and I absolutely love it more each day!