Be My Baby

I've been singing that 60's song...you know the one from Dirty Dancing..."be my, be my baby, be my little baby..."

well, I can't stop singing it to Rory because the reality that he is only going to be the baby for 5 more days has really set-in. He's always been my little cuddle bug, my tight squeeze around the neck, says "I love you, Mommy" without me saying it first little baby boy.

I remember when he was born and Maggie climbed into the hospital bed next to me thinking how in an instant...she'd grown-up. Her hands looked big, her legs felt thick and her face seemed to possess a wisdom that it hadn't the day before. Something about seeing how far she'd come since she was a baby compared to her new little brother made me so sad and I know that I will feel the same way about Rory next week.

I love you, my baby! Don't grow-up too fast.