My tiny baby has literally overnite turned into a little boy. In a matter of one weekend, he went from rarely rolling over (only if he REALLY wanted something) and scooting around on his tummy to speed-crawling, pulling up on EVERYTHING, and climbing stairs. I seriously blinked, one time, and that helpless little baby was gone. It is so exciting and amazing to see him grow and learn, but down in that corner of my heart that doesn't ever want to let Brax go, I can't help but feel time went wayyyy too fast. I think what makes me a sad is that I know this is only a fraction of the speed that the rest of his childhood will pass me by in. That is why I love all my photographs of him... I feel like for that one moment, in that picture, I have made time stand still...
