Stone is my baby. Meaning, I baby him more than I did Adelyn. I am pretty sure he’s our last little nugget, and it breaks my heart to see him growing so fast. Every milestone we reach is marked with tears of joy AND tears of sadness. I hold him tighter, kiss him longer and try to hold onto that milky baby breath smell.
This morning I got out his big boy bathtub, and we splashed and played. No more baby bath tub.
(insert aching heart here).