Image by Sam Gibson Photography
Normally I don't do #flashbackfriday, but as January draws to a close I am feeling nostalgic for those baby days. This weekend I am managing a stall at a nearly new sale – for those who don't know, it's a stall to sell off your baby goods to new expectant mamas – so in preparation we spent a good few hours going through all the things we've kept over the last few years, and boy what a lot of stuff. I didn't quite realise how much I'd been hoarding, partly incase we'd had a another child and partly because I didn't want to let go of F's baby days.
But a baby he is not. In fact I'm struggling to call him a toddler as he bounds so quickly into boyhood. Those moments where I catch his thoughtful expressions or taking it upon himself to set the table are the ones that cause a lump in my throat. So small, yet oh so big. I can see him growing before my eyes, ever changing, for these are glimpses of the man he will become and it makes me ache for this small boy. So let me cherish his embraces, as I know they'll not be so freely given in years to come.
