Seasons Change

Aaron is three and a half. Daily he reminds me that he is a "big boy." He told me tonight that, "I am little, but I am a big boy!" At the end of this summer he turns four. No more baby boy.

He fell asleep on my lap the other night and as looked down on his sweet sleeping face I realized this hasn't happened in a while and wondered just how many of these moments are left. This literally could be one of the last. So I soaked it up, held him a bit longer than usual, and let my heart absorb the passing of a season.