Yesterday was the best day ever.
We went to eat pho for dinner and after Aiden was done eating, he climbed on my lap, put his arms around my neck and within seconds fell asleep on my chest! Heaven!!!
I held him and kissed his sweaty head a hundred times, carried him to our car, held him while sitting in the back of our car, then when we got home, I was walking to his room to put him down when I stopped dead on my tracks in the middle of our kitchen. “This will probably be the last time he falls asleep on my chest and I am able to carry him to his bed.” When this realization hit, I squeezed him tighter and started to cry. Tears kept falling down my cheeks as my heart was breaking. “Oh, my sweet little boy. You are not so little anymore…”
I wish I could carry him all his life and he would fall asleep on my chest forever. But at 35 lbs. I have a hard time carrying my son! My sweet boy! My youngest baby!Why are you getting so big? So even though I can’t carry him physically for much longer, I made a promise to him that I’d carry him as long as I physically can, and when that day comes when he’s just too big for me to carry him, I’ll still carry him through the rest of his life by being his biggest fan, his biggest support and to always be there for him. I’ll always remind him that no matter what he does, no matter what choices he makes in life, good or bad, my love will never waiver. That he can always come to me and cry on my chest. That he’ll always be my precious, sweet baby boy. I love you more every second of my life.
