My little Tyler.
My third child.
Is growing up so fast. Almost too fast for me to catch up. Thinking that after this little baby grows up, there won’t be another baby in my life makes me sad. After this little one loses the “BABYNESS” and BABY SCENTS that he brings to us, he’ll be a toddler and then a child. Just like Josh, just like Andrea, Tyler will also grow up and then, I won’t be able to turn back time to smell his little head or his soft little tummy.
It seems like he’s just growing up way way too fast.
And when he looks at something like this, it makes me feel as if I need to go make another baby.
Although that’s not going to happen.
I wish I could endure this phase. I wish I could make time flow just a little slower than it’s going now.