You blink and it happens. Your baby is no longer a baby. The other day, I was buying a gift for a friend that had just had their first baby. I was walking around the store touching all of the soft baby things, and it hit me. This stage of my motherhood is over. I no longer have babies in my house. (I was also buying a potty.) They might always be my babies, but they are well on their way to being their own people. Part of me is thrilled to see who and what they become, and part of me mourns the days of nursing new babies and teeny tiny white onesies.
Today my baby turned 3. He is such a joy in our house and brings us so much happiness. Happy Birthday Clay. Mommy loves you.