9 months old?

How?  How can this be?  9 months…that’s how long he grew inside of me and now it is how long he’s grown outside of me…

Soon, I will post more on what he’s up to these days.  But for now, my hubby’s grandparents recently gave me some pictures.  I had never seen these before until a couple of days ago.  How precious it is to have more photos of my baby when he was itsy bitsy.  They are making me totally nostalgic and it makes me want to cry because those newborn days?  They are OVER.  They will never be, ever again.  I will never feel his tiny body in my arms again, for it’s been replaced with  20 whopping pounds of baby who is only going to grow up and get bigger. 

Sigh.

I found this picture of me pregnant…I had forgotten just how big I really was.  Hate me if you will, but now 9 months later, my skinny jeans are falling off of me.  That darling boy (and the crazy diet thing) is sucking the life out of me. 

My itsy baby…

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you.

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