Time Moves Fast

As some of the “what the heck am I doing with this baby” nerves have begun to ease up a bit I am faced with a new form of nerves. In the beginning when people said, “isn’t being a mother the greatest thing in the world?” I would look at them and say, “You obviously have a child who sleeps through the night.” Well now that I am getting at least 4 consecutive hours of sleep a night a new feeling is taking over my previous sleep deprived state. Suddenly time is moving just too fast. Don’t get me wrong, when the Case has been up for 13 hours straight, times seems to move really slow, but in the grand scheme of things time moving too fast. I’ve had a pretty amazing life up until now, but nothing compares to holding your baby in your arms as he sleep. He is just so beautiful and words can’t describe the feeling. There aren’t enough hours in the day to hold him or enough pictures in the world that would do his serenity justice. I know our time will just get more and more amazing, but it’s hard to imagine him getting bigger and not being able to hold him like I can now. I dread moving him into his own room. And I don’t even want to think about the day he eats on his own and doesn’t need dear old mom anymore for breakfast. I want him to stay just like he is forever! Geez, if letting go after 2 months is this hard, I’m afraid my boy is never going off to college.