stop. breathe. continue.
I just realized that I will never lay my son down in a crib again.
This is a milestone. Almost more real than birthdays, and almost as emotional as when he decided to stop breastfeeding. I wanted to get rid of the crib. He could climb out, then with the side off and made into a toddler bed it was just "halfway" and I pushed for a twin bed. And so it went. Last night we took down the crib and in went a twin mattress and tonight we'll assemble the bedframe. The thing is, he's kind of excited about it all and we don't spend 15 minutes in the rocking chair snuggling. He wants to snuggle in bed. This was indeed part of my plan, however I'm not sure I am *actually* ready.
And, so, here I am. He's napping in his big boy bed. We recently marked 3 on the calendar and made another mark on the height wall. Milestones.
I'm so thankful every day. I'm pretty good about not forgetting to be thankful for everything when it comes to him. I have been reminded quite forcefully that life is precious, time goes by, and children are not automatically safe because your love for them has the force of a quasar.
But he's my baby. And he's growing.