I never used to be a crier.  Only something really moving (like “The Notebook”) would get the tears rolling.  That was before I had C.  Now I cry over a lot of stuff.  C laughing so hard that he gives me happy tears, C’s sad little face while he’s crying, any episode of Parenthood

Motherhood totally turned me into a softy.

I had to pack away some of C’s clothes yesterday and my heart was breaking as I remembered him wearing each item.  His first coat (it was so big on him!), his bumble bee Halloween costume, all of those fuzzy little fleece sleepers.  *sniffle*  Why do babies grow so quickly?  It’s not fair!  I want to snuggle with my little baby for a while longer!

My little snugglebug

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