Last night N fell asleep in my arms after eating.
He snuggled up against me in my bed and I prayed I could just fall asleep and not have to move him.
Because oh man.
I prayed. I thanked God for my boy. And dear Jesus please just make time stand still for a little bit. Don't let my boy grow up just yet.
It's times like these having "moving forward" as a family value are the hardest. I don't really want time to stand still... I want my boy to grow as he should, to develop and to become the man God created him to be.
Growth, change, moving forward are healthy and I want nothing less for that boy.
Yet my heart aches.
I kiss his head and take him to his bed.
Thank you, Jesus, for today, for sweet snuggles.
And thank you for tomorrow and the next day.