This morning as I was leaving for work (a little bit late … ahem). I heard a little voice calling out to me. He wandered down the stairs in his jim-jams, an adorably mismatched combo of old PJ bottoms that are too small for him and a Toy Story t’shirt still much too big for him, hair sweetly rumpled, dragging his blanky Linus-style.
It was a rare moment when he still looked a bit like the baby I brought home from the hospital over three years ago. The moments are rarer and rarer.