Tiny Little Humans

He's been a little cuddle bug since the day he was born. He's three and a half years old, and I still rock him before bed. He straddles me, tightly wraps his arms around my body with his head nestled onto my chest. He always asks to be "dried up," which means covered up by his "blank blank" around his back. When I would bathe him at an earlier age, I would cover him with a towel afterward and say I need to dry you up. (The phrase has stuck with him, and I am not changing it anytime soon) He is growing and soon he won't fit to be rocked in this chair, for he has to bend his knees a lot. We always say prayers first, and then I sing the same two songs.

Tonight, I said to him, "I love holding you and rocking you before bed. You're getting so big. What are we going to do when you don't fit anymore?" He looked up with his BIG, bright, innocent eyes and said, "We will buy a bigger chair."

(Cue the heart explosion as I smiled)

My little snuggle bug. My little lover. My sweet boy. Please always love your Mama. Please, ever let me hold you. I will hold you until you won't let me hold you anymore. Please never forget me.

These are the precious moments that make all the chaos and craziness of parenthood a million percent worth it. Tiny. Little. Humans. Living in this mighty, BIG world.

Hold them.
Love them.
Protect them.
I promise, I'll never stop.

Now time to start shopping for a bigger chair.

Thanks for reading.
Love, Rose

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