Last night Griffin wanted to crawl into my lap and read I'll Love You Forever.
OF COURSE I happily obliged.
And as if that book doesn't already make me tear up Every. Single. Time I read it, I really became a mess when I realized that I can barely hold Griffin on my lap anymore. I couldn't hold the tears at the end, and a few fell down my cheek.
I truly felt like the mother in the book. My son is almost too big to fit on my lap, but by golly, he WILL fit on my lap for as long as he will let me do this.
As long as I'm living, my baby he'll be.