If I Could Keep You Little is one of the many kid’s books that turn me into a blubbering mess these days. Having a baby softens you, doesn’t it? Emotions intensify. Time speeds up. Hearts expand. Love explodes.
Many times I’ve found myself wishing that time would slow down so I could savor Caleb in that exact moment, at that exact age. I miss his wrinkly newborn face but love his seven month smile. You know how it goes, right?
I’d love to keep him little, but I love to see him grow. I love to see him discover. I love it when the room fills with his laughter, and someday with his words. When his eyes dart across the room, taking in new sights, I am in awe of this little person – less a baby each day, more a little boy.
I long for the day he tells me he loves me for the first time. I long for the day we first brought him home.
I long for the day he runs into my arms. I long for the day I first held him close.
I long for the day we’ll dance together at his wedding to “Over the Rainbow” (it is his favorite song). I long for the day he first heard that melody and fell asleep in my arms.
So many memories to cherish. So many more to make.