I held my 20 month old in my arms last night. She has a little stomach bug that has left her hurting and she was crying ferociously until she leaned back in my arms. She looked up at me with those big, beautiful hazel eyes and I could feel her body finally relax as she began to drink her bottle.
I melted. These are the moments. They're nothing big... and yet they're huge. My little chubby pumpkin will be a big girl before I know it and I just want to drink in every precious baby moment. She's perfect and I'm feeling very blessed. Life is good.