Today is only Friday though.
I can get pretty thrown off when this happens. When days feel like they're the wrong day.
Today especially though, it made me a bit panicky because on this Sunday Dexter is turning six months old.
I'm having a hard time with my little baby boy becoming less of a little baby. So thinking all day that he was turning six months old tomorrow was stressing me out.
Earlier this month when I was doing our big grocery shopping excursion for the month, I was picking out some baby cereals for Dexter to try soon and some cute little baby bowls. I started getting teary-eyed right there in the grocery aisle. Good thing it was pretty deserted.
I had such a blessed bonding moment with him last night though that I am so thankful for. Usually we always put him down to sleep in his crib, but last night I was home alone with him and he was crying and crying and crying. Wouldn't settle down enough to fall asleep. I finally had enough and just cuddled him, eventually lying down beside him on my bed and just looking at him and smiling. Letting him know I was there. Letting him try to understand in some small way just how much I love him.
We laid there for quite a while, just being together. Looking each other directly in the eyes and giving each other little smiles.
It was so sweet. So special and genuine. I'll treasure it forever.
We stayed like that until he eventually... Slowly... Drifted off....
I felt much love for my precious baby and so connected to him that my tears came then, as I just lay beside him, holding him and gazing at all his beautiful, perfect little parts.
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