I just had one of those moments. You know, when you're holding your baby in your arms and for a split second it hits you in right smack in the face how quickly he is growing, how fast it is all happening. And you hold him tighter, clinging to how small and sweet and innocent he is right in this very moment.
I just had that moment.
I took Landon upstairs to lay him down for bed, and stood there for a few minutes swaying back and forth, dancing with him, while humming our favorite bedtime songs. He took my hand, laid his head on my shoulder and instantly, I thought about dancing with him at his wedding. I thought about how his hand will be so much larger on that day as compared to how tiny it is right now in mine, and how he will probably be much taller than me. Tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat quickly follow and I held him much closer for just a few minutes longer before I laid him down to sleep.
I have been told that becoming a mom means having your heart live on the outside of your body, and I cannot think of anything more true.
My heart is curled up under a blanket sleeping soundly in his crib.