In the past two days I've spent seven hours at the park, so you'll forgive me if I don't have too much to report. My body is also busy trying to fight off a cold, which I was hoping to God was allergies. Not so.
Yesterday morning while I was grocery shopping a woman in her sixties stopped me to comment on how cute Noah was. She asked his age and then said her grandson was the same age. She then said, with a wistful look in her eye, "Oh how I wish my kids were still little." Instantly I felt a little choked up. I felt she was a kindred soul. Here I am with a 17 month old already worrying about him growing up, becoming less cuddly, being less affectionate, pulling away and moving off to enjoy a life of his own. Yeah - I'm clingy. But really I'm excited to watch his progression from my cuddly little tyke to a man, but GOD the hugs. What will I ever do without these hugs.