Last night I had nice conversation with my best girlfriend about motherhood. She is the new mommy of a gorgeous baby boy. We were lamenting how quickly it all goes by, how our hearts sometimes ache for the quickly slipping days to halt their dizzying progress.
Something about turning four has made my firstborn into a little man. I look at this picture, and I want to engrave it upon my memory. He spends so much of his day in constant motion. He is always running, jumping, learning, exploring, singing, questioning, and growing. I want to be able to see him in this quiet moment forever.