. . .I got to put Ryan to bed. usually that's John's job, and for the most part, i don't miss it. . .
but tonight, he cuddled up in my lap in the rocking chair, smelling all clean and fresh from his bath, his warm little body, more bones than baby-chub these days lying against mine. . .and i remembered. . .i remembered those nights when he was a baby. . .in my lap, nursing, warm and cuddly.
somedays i miss it. . .but usually, i am just so greatful that he is such a wonderful little boy. i cannot wait to see what tomorrow brings. . .
catch you soon -