I almost cried when I stumbled upon this picture today. My little Christian at the tender age of 3. I forgot he used to look this way! Little and toddlerish, with lots of crazy, wild out of control hair. Oh, how I would give anything to make him this little again, for just a day...and snuggle him in my rocking chair. Caress his blond curls. Sing him a song. The older he gets, the more he resists this kind of stuff. He has transitioned from my baby into my tough little guy, who doesn't feel totally comfortable being mauled and smooched by mama. But I miss my baby boy. He will always be so though, in my mama heart. As will all my sweet, sweet babies.
