Crying from upstairs sends me skipping our stairs as I wrap my robe.
He never wakes at night. My mind races to a fever or a fall, hoping it’s just a bad dream that I can talk away.
Outstretched arms and trembling lips are waiting for me at the door, even though I could have swore they were just in a crib a few days ago.
As I lift him, the weight and length of the boy he has become surprises me in that way it does lately.
There is no request for juice or toys or to lay in our bed, just the drift of his head to my shoulder.
I test out our old pace. Back and forth, baby to my chest.
Back and forth from nightime feedings to three stories before bed.
Back and forth from pureed peaches to a sandwich with no crust and an apple.
Back and forth from feet curled at my waist to a step stool at the sink.
Back and forth from a tiny life nestled under my heart
to a four year old still lulled to sleep by its beat.
Back to newborn memories of yesterday
and forth to little boy adventures of tomorrow.
Linking up again with Shell for Rockin’ the Bump, you can see my first Rockin’ the Bump post here.
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what a lovely and honest post! thanks for sharing 🙂
This is poetry. 🙂
oh, I love both of these pictures. Isn’t it a sweet surprise when you’re taken back to the days when you were absolutely all they needed?
Yes! My youngest keeps heading off without me lately and I just want to yell “wait! Don’t you need me to help you or carry you or something??”
Beautiful post! It mad my uterus cry a little. 😉 It goes so fast. Capturing the journey is priceless.
Mine is definitely crying too, I need to borrow a baby for a few days to remind me why I like the fact that my kids are growing up :).
What a beautiful post and the pictures are breathtaking…
This is beautiful. We’re expecting our first and I cannot even imagine her being bigger than a “tiny life nestled under my heart.” (Love that.)
So glad we connected through Shell’s link up, I love your blog and look forward to following your journey into babyhood.
i was just rocking my three year old last night and thinking about how big she was getting. This is beautiful.
It’s it wild? I still think of your 3 y/o as the flying baby :).
My youngest just turned 4 – so this post brought tears to my eyes. The big and independent is in front of me, but I still see the little one he was. (Which seems only yesterday.)
Such lovely photos!
Thank you, I hope your youngest is like mine and still likes to be treated like the baby often. It makes it all a little bit easier :).
So beautiful. The back and forth, it’s almost like flipping pages on a photo album. Love the way you wrote this.
Thank you, and that’s exactly the way I felt about it, and have felt often lately since he turned four. I keep looking back even though I need to look forward.
This is such a sweet post and a lovely picture.
Thanks so much Julia.
Sawyer is rocking that hat.
Lovely post. I always leave with a calmer heart even when you’re talking about the things that no one wants to talk about.
Besos, Sarah
Blogger at Journeys of The Zoo
Aww thank you. xo
Beautiful post. And love that picture of you! You are gorgeous.
Thank you, I couldn’t find a single picture without my mouth open, apparently I talk through my entire pregnancies :).
This is so lovely. And the photos are gorgeous!