Ryder and I had a busy morning yesterday with running errands, making meals for friends, and grocery shopping, and so when he finally got to his bed, he fell asleep crazy fast. I found myself sneaking in to check on him, and he was so sweetly and peacefully sleeping and my eyes welled up and my throat got tight and I realized how fast it goes. I have been trying to make a conscious effort each day to stop and be present with my little man. People tell you to enjoy each stage and that it goes fast, but it really is crazy how right they are. I've been trying to savor each step but it still seems to be flying by.
I just don't want to look back and think that I missed it...
Does anyone else feel that way?
