I hug him tightly every chance I get…breathing in his scents of caramel and play.


My lips are at home in the nape of his neck..I wait for the moment that his eyes lock with mine and he smiles.

My little boy.

My last little one.

I hold him so close and kiss him too much because I know he’ll only be a “baby” for a “blink of the eye longer” and he won’t have fat little legs  running and playing hide and seek.

No more…”bird”…him forming little words that get me so excited because I see he’s learning and growing.

But even in his growth I want to hold him just a bit longer. Let him remain my little Plus for just a second more.

He’ll stretch out like his brother before I’m aware of it and I’ll hear “mama, can I…”…”mama..i love you.” I’ll be fussing at him about school..and his chores…soon enough.

So till that time I love on him every chance that I get. I stare into those big round eyes all day if he lets me…I’ll wake up every few hours so he can get his milk. He’ll sleep in our bed for probably a bit longer than he should…

Because when you know your baby is the last one you’ll ever have..you treasure everything.