When I laid him down in his crib tonight, he was my baby. “Nigh nigh,” he said.
When he wakes up in the morning, he’ll be one. A whole year.
Never mind that he’s been walking for six weeks already. Never mind that he climbs, and hides, and signs (more, please) and talks “all done!” Never mind that he is fiercely independent and incredibly ornery.
He’ll always be my baby.
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