Holding On

I know that there are things I’m going to miss about this time when Milo gets older. Chase has a coworker whose pre-teen told him recently that he needs to enjoy holding her hand now because soon she’s not going to want him to do that. A pretty self-aware girl. I keep thinking about that girl when I look at Milo and wondering what I’m going to have to let go of soon.

I’m going to miss holding her like a baby, cradling her in my arms. She’s not sitting up well yet, and she still likes being nestled in the crook of my arm. I love having her there.

I love holding her as she sleeps. I know I’m probably not supposed to do this anymore, especially because she’s nearly 3 months. But I can’t help it. I love her little face so calm as she sleeps in my arms. Her mouth opens just a little bit when she’s really out.

Breastfeeding. I think this is the big one that I won’t want to let go of when the time comes. I love breastfeeding her. I love the eye contact. I love holding her close to me. I love the way her hands search out for any part of me to hold on to. I love the sounds she makes as she eats. I think I’ll even miss how messy she is when she eats.

Other things I don’t want to forget:

My girl is growing up too fast.