well, for a couple more days.

The time has gone by so fast. Logan is 6 weeks old. His cheeks are chubby, he smiles and coos, he’s in 3-6 month clothes. With my first baby I was so excited for her to do the next thing– to reach the next milestone, but this time I want to freeze time. I want to sit in my rocking chair nursing my baby, stroking his cheek, hearing his sounds, feeling him close, holding him up on my shoulder, pressing his soft sticky cheek against mine, smelling his hair, hearing his breath, with all of him fitting in my arms and molding to my body in perfect tininess– forever. Well, maybe not forever, but for a month or two more. I just sit and look at him trying to memorize how he looks at that moment and how it feels to hold him and smell him. I try and try, but I know that tomorrow he’ll look different. He’ll gradually change until he’s so heavey I can’t carry him up the stairs and he talks and runs and plays. Those days will be magical too, but in a different way. When he’s small I know he’s mine. As he grows, he starts to become his own.