No words can express the moment that you realize that your last child is growing up. Especially when you move the crib out of your room. This one has always been a hard one for me...but it just got harder. Waaaay harder. Think swimming the Atlantic harder. Think dying inside harder. I only hope that I can recover from this one soon. But all in all, James' baby years are over. He's a fledgling and large robust toddler. He's not so much into snuggles as much as invading things. He doesn't so much care about the baby talk, he's all into demands in full sentences. Sigh....it was inevitable.
At least there will be no more babies. But then again, that's kinda crushing no matter how done you feel.
In other news, the 4 older siblings are doing just fabulous. Growing, getting smarter and wiser and funnier and more grown and...well...they are perfect. <3 But this is sort of the issue isn't it.
Ah well, the melancholy will subside, eventually. Right now I'm just thankful for their safety and their love. <3
