Today Roscoe inched forward on his belly, toes pushing him in the right direction, for the very first time. In a few days I don't doubt that he'll be crawling. And in the next few months: walking.
With his arms slung over my shoulders and his fingers tangled in my hair, his head nestled into the crook of my neck, my arm tucked securely under his little butt and my hand wrapped around his foot, I tried to think of a time when he'd be too big for such things.
It's so nice to take time out from a busy day to notice the details that make the hours and the minutes tick by at a furious pace, and gone forever.
Which moments make your day meaningful?
Ahh...I was just thinking this very same thing tonight as I was playing with Chloe before bedtime. She kept curling up into my neck and laughing and I was thinking about how safe & secure she feels. I wish we had the ability to remember our first year!
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