I was nursing my last wee one the other day and thinking how quickly time passes, how short the distance from babe in arms to teenager, like the one sitting across the room from me.
But really, I know this babe still has years of being loved on ahead of him before he sits across the room like his big sister.
Years are a lot when you think of it in terms of good ol’ lovin’, folks.
It makes it easier to let the little guy grow up.
And the big girl too across the room too. All of them. The time for loving left.
So here’s to you, all you mamas.
And to our todays.
Pouring on the love.