The day Caleb was born, all I really remember is holding him and thinking, "Finally. You're finally here. Welcome to my world baby boy. You've won me, heart and soul."
Since that day, I have spent little time away from him. At times he and I have battled it out with no sign of either of us surrendering. We've spent time deep in conversation about dead doggies and Poppas that can't be remembered and why the moon hides from us sometimes. He has the biggest heart, and most compassion that I've ever seen in a four year old.
This morning, I watched him greet his teacher, and wave bye to me. He's still mine, probably always will be. But today...I'm sitting in my big chair that he and I sit in every morning feeling empty. My baby boy is growing up...and all I can say is...."Slow down...I'm not ready."