I was sitting in bed last night, trying to refrain from eating you as you lay there next to me squealing and laughing and grabbing your little feet...and I began thinking about how much you have grown in these past 5 months...
Eventually you got a little cranky, so I picked you up and held you close to my chest...your body mostly resting on my thigh. I held you tight.
When you were very, very small, and I was breastfeeding you, I held you with the smallest effort...you seemed so fragile to me then...like if I held you too tight, I would break you.
Last night I basked in your weight...in your mass. I squeezed you. I know I have a couple of years left of times like these, where I can hold you to my heart's content.
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