Tonight, Cooper (my almost 4-year old) fell asleep in my arms...like he did right after nursing many moons ago. Of course, his legs were hanging out the other side instead of cradled in my other arm, but it took me back to 3 1/2 years ago. He leaned into me, and I held him tight as tears rolled down my face. I miss our times together. Times that I probably wished away some because I had a 2-year old running around that I wasn't able to spend time with. Times where I always felt worn out from 3 straight years of babies non-stop...no time for myself...no quiet times. I want them back. I want those sweet private moments back.
And when I patted his back while rubbing circles, he smiled at me. And I held him longer.
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