Missing

I came across these the other day.  

The boy was seven months in these pictures.  Boy do they tell a story.  The stain on his shirt above is evidence that my boy was a spit-ter upper. And check out the picture below…do you see that drool.  {sigh}

Running across pictures of your child from the past, is not good.  As soon as I saw them, I couldn’t help it…the water works came on and my eyes started dripping. My baby boy.  Time sure does fly and although I enjoy my lil’man, I miss my lil’baby too.  It is just a fierce reminder to enjoy every stage your in at the moment because pretty soon, you’ll wish it back again.