Yesterday:

Weston leaned over to me and said:
"Mommy, I love Tave."
And that was that.
My breath caught and my heart melted with those 4 little words.



Weston has been using more and more sentences. He says things like "I like ___",
"I need____", "I want____".
And he has repeated "I love you" for quite a few months. But he has not said it. Not on his own.
Until yesterday. It was a sweet day.

With those few words I fell in love with my baby all over again. Because even though he is already 2 1/2 and I have another baby, he is still my baby.

It is the oddest feeling: to encourage, coax, teach, and exult in the daily triumphs of your children as they grow. To watch them explore and learn and become more each and every day. To thrill at every milestone that is met.
And yet, to not want to lose who they are today.
My heart aches to hold them like this forever, but also, to see who they will become in the days, months, and years ahead.
Motherhood is a contradiction.

And there is nothing we can do about it.