Today my little boy smiled about a thousand times. Sometimes he smiled for a reason I could detect, and other times because he is just plain in love with learning about the world around him.
Today my little guy’s bottom lip curled and trembled in the most gut wrenching way, and he cried his little heart out. Sometimes he cried for a reason I could identify, and the rest just because life is pretty overwhelming for a 3 month old boy.
Today my son took a record-breaking nap in his crib, all by himself. It was pretty glorious. I was so proud, but I missed him when his usual 40 minutes were up and he wasn’t stirring yet.
Today my baby guy was just a little bit bigger, a little bit more mature, a little bit more skillful, and a little bit more observant than he was yesterday.
Today I realized that those sweet little noises he used to make in his sleep, those tiny little sounds–they’re gone. He doesn’t make them anymore. I haven’t heard them for, well, I’m not sure how many days (weeks?) now.
Today my full, happy heart aches a tiny bit because he’ll never be this small, this dependent, this untouched by the world ever again.
Today was a beautiful day.