My youngest turns one tomorrow; He’s not a baby anymore.

This isn’t right. He was just born.

I was rocking him and watching him and as I was doing so, I realized….I don’t see the baby anymore. I only see a little boy. A little boy who has my heart by the strings, just like his big brothers. A little boy who is starting to walk, run, a talk. A little boy whose smile could wipe me out and take my breath away. Who ever though I would be lucky enough to have one little boy like this? Not me, but I have three. But this one, he’s getting bigger so today I just laid him in my bed and watched him nap. One day he will kick me out, but today I just sat there. I have three boys who are so special to me in so many different ways.

But he is my last.

And he’s not a baby anymore.