He’s born.
And you hold him in your arms and you can’t believe how little he is or how sweet or how utterly, utterly yours.
He’s a baby, and even though he is growing, he is your baby.
He gets bigger, and does bigger boy things, but he still wants to snuggle you every second he gets and you love him up every chance you get.
Because babies are your babies no matter what, I convinced myself.
And then yesterday…
This…
…turned into this…
…and you began to see the man that he will become.
He was so proud, and I was, too.
I was.
But a little piece of my heart broke, as well.
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