Please Remember

There are so many things that happen every day with Grayson, so many magical little moments where I stop and think "Man, I hope I never forget this". He's so adorable right now, with his crazy little developing personality, and he's so much fun. I've been trying so desperately to soak up each and every minute with this kid, because he will never be this precious little 8 month old boy again.

I'm already finding myself trying to remember things from when he was just a teensy baby, and I feel like I've forgotten so much. It seems foreign to remember his teeny, tiny body, how I used to be able to hold him in just the crook of one arm. How I would rock him back and forth all night, and he was light as a feather. When he was trying so desperately to figure out how to use his hands, and he would try to grasp something and go right past it, every time. His first little baby smiles, his first little giggle. It all seems so far away, and it was such a short time ago.

I love this age right now. I adore the boy he's becoming. I love his sweet baby hugs, how he holds me so tight until his little arms shake, like he can't stand the thought of letting me go. His big, open mouth kisses that soak my entire cheek. How he pulls back a few inches from my face after a big kiss on the mouth and scrunches up his nose and smiles that silly little smile. The feel of his breathe on my neck when he falls asleep in my arms. How he plays with my hair while I walk back and forth across the bedroom each night until he falls asleep. The sweet little giggle/shriek that he makes when he sees Addie. How his face lights up whenever I walk into the room. The way he dances, side to side, in perfect rhythm to the music. The precious smile he gives me when I surprise him with a "peekaboo!". How he holds my hand in the car when he's trying to fall asleep. How proud he looks when he does something new, like pulling up on the table or holding my hands and walking across the crib for me to pick him up. When he first wakes up from a nap and puts his little head on my shoulder like he can't handle facing the world just yet. That first sleepy grin he gives me when he's finally awake. How he bounces so hard when he gets excited that I'm afraid he'll bang his chin on the crib or table or whatever he's holding onto. His sweet, serious little face when he's concentrating on something. When he learns something new that totally delights him, like dropping and picking up his pacifier, over and over, like it's the most fun he's ever had. Hearing his sweet baby moans and groans during his sleep. When he starts crawling really fast to get to Addie or a toy and grunts with every movement from the effort it takes. The sweet moments we share when he's nursing. The hilarious sour face he makes anytime he tries a new food or drink. How he whispers "dah dah dah dah" first thing in the morning, like he's trying not to wake us up quite yet.

I could go on and on and on. I am obsessed with him, I really am. He's the sweetest thing in the world and I just want to eat him up. Every single moment with this baby is the biggest blessing I could ever hope for, and I am so beyond thankful that I get to be his mama. I always knew I would love my child...but I had no idea what I was in for. All I can think is, "Please remember this...please remember this!". I pray that I always will.