Today my son woke up before James and I left for work. Messy hair, pj top pulled up over his exposed belly, massive in comparison to his tall and skinny frame, diaper poking out of his pj pants. 6:00 am and all the little guy wanted to do was sit on the couch and cuddle. I held him like that for 5 minutes, arms wrapped around him, his small grip on my hand. Nothing but his smell and his warm skin on my mind.
Next year, he will be 3 and this picture of him will move farther away. Right now he's 2, has a diaper that sticks out of his pj pants and a big fat belly. Soaking that in for the day, for as long as I can, actually.
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