Twilight

Here's to the moments where you realize their clothes aren't any longer measured in months. Here's to holding your breath while they hold the railing to steady themselves on the stairs. Here's to the open cups and extra spills, the two piece jammies, the rubber boots, and the pants that are getting worn out before they're grown out of. Here's to the weird moment you put away the plastic cutlery and the pang of guilt that you don't remember the last time he took a bottle or who gave it to him. Heres to all the onesies that still fit but can't wear while potty training. Here's to falling asleep without being held.

For now, I'll hold on to the rear facing car seat. I'll embrace the post tub snuggles where he drapes himself over my shoulder wrapped in a big, fluffy white towel, and the and the last kisses of the night with the crib rails digging in my ribs. I know the transition to the big bed is coming but I can't bear to rush it.