He’s Too Big for My Arms Now

He’s too big for my arms now. 

I knew it was going to happen one day, but I really didn’t imagine it would come so soon. 

I look down and I no longer have to look as far down. 

I try to pick him up and he’s too heavy for me to lift easily.

He’s grabbing his own socks out of the top drawer of his dresser with no problem.

He’s able to open cabinets and reach things off the bottom shelf to get into the snacks. 

I put my arms around him and he’s no longer my little baby, or even a toddler–he’s become my big kid.

I feel like it was yesterday I was giving birth to him on that October day, and now, I feel like I blinked and it all passed by me too quickly.

He’s too big for my arms now.

But he’ll never outgrow my love for him.