he's growing so fast.
those little feet used to run up and down the hall of our apartment
they used to shuffle along the floor as the crawled
they used to kick my belly
this morning as he stood there in his own little sleep hangover i couldn't help but snag this shot of him. he just looked so big, and perfect, and strong, and alive.
those pants were given to us two summers ago. i remember him swimming in them then, and now i stretch them over scraped "big boy" knees and legs that are in full spurt. it's like they flood to a level that continually reminds me we are well out of the waters of his toddler years.
it's like i refuse to acknowledge that he's becoming a little man.
but in it there is joy.
joy because i was able to conceive and carry him, and so far collect over four years of memories of that little person i love so much.
there's joy in knowing he is healthy and able to outgrow things.
there's joy in knowing that, as i watch him and learn to coach him in his growing independence, i am growing, too.