But right now it is just hard on me.
We looked at G this morning in awe of what a big boy he is becoming in his little man personality. I think back of him when he was just brand spankin' new... which, it is harder and harder to remember the details, because it seems like forever ago... then again, just yesterday.
Then I think of D, and he is right behind G and in just a few short months, we will be saying the same thing about him. I just know that within the year, I will have two little boys completely out of diapers. I almost see this as being the last "baby" in them.
How can something so wonderful be so depressing all at the same time?