Elijah is almost 3. I can't grasp that. I know from my older two that after three, things go really fast. Planning his birthday party makes me realize how fast he's growing up. Didn't I just hear his first cry and hold his vernix-covered, tiny hand? When he grasped my finger, the world changed. It is so much fuller now. He is my firstborn, and my third child. He'll always be my chubby, tough, loud little baby.
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Cherish all his days. They grow and leave way too soon.
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