Dear Sawyer,
Now that I have a 3-year-old and a 5-year-old, I realize that you do a lot of adorable baby things that I will miss when you get older. I'll miss the way you rub your face on my shoulder when I'm holding you and the way you squawk like a pterodactyl when you're trying to talk. I'll miss your drooly smiles and the super-fine baby hairs on your head. I will miss the way something as simple as a button can fascinate you for a long time. I will miss how a game of peekaboo will make you burst out laughing as if it is the best game ever.
I'll miss the way your head and body wobble a little when you're sitting up on your own because you're still mastering the art of sitting up on your own. I will miss the way you look up at me while you're nursing. And I will especially miss how your tiny body feels--all curled up and warm and emitting that intoxicating baby smell--when you fall asleep against my chest.
I don't want to be missing those things yet, so don't grow up too fast, mmkay?
Love,
Mom
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