It's been a surprisingly easy couple of days. Leo's been sleeping so well. We fill the days with walks, playgroups and stories. He watches the washing machine, looks out the windows, and follows me as I clean the house. I turn around to see him smiling at me or reaching out to give me a big slobbery kiss.
And I just feel grateful. Grateful to have a little buddy. Grateful to be his mom. On those hard times (which we all have them), I remember that he's never going to be this age again, that the time passes so quickly. Already he's not my baby anymore, he's a little boy. Grateful to be here to watch, and teach, and love.
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