Freddie and I play a game.
I grab him and cuddle him up and say "You're my baby!"
He responds with "No, my Big Boy!"
"No you're my Baby!"
"No my Big Boy!"
It goes on until he wiggles away.
He'll always be my baby. But this weekend, as I watched him kiss and hold and snuggle a real life little baby...I couldn't help but see that big boy shining through.
I just stared at him, because in those moments he aged right before my eyes. It hurts a little...to watch that baby grow up, but I am just so proud of that boy. He has such a heart and such emotion.
I grabbed him yesterday and said "You're my Big Boy!"
And he said "No my li-lul (little) Boy!"
Okay, we can compromise on that.