As James slept on my chest, I thought about how long he will come to me for comfort and at what age will I embarrass him with a kiss or a hug. I wonder how much I will miss these moments when he is in high school.
I kiss his tiny toes all the time and think about how I won’t be able to do that much longer. One day these feet will be calloused, soiled and covered with shoes.
That one day this little bulldog
won’t be so little anymore.
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