My baby boy recently turned seven months. I am happy and sad. I am really going to miss holding him in my arms, kissing his chubby feet, playfully biting his chunky cheeks, and nursing him. That last one is happening sooner than I had ever expected. He shows little interest in nursing anymore, and it saddens me. My son is growing up right before my eyes. He is rolling around everywhere, and in a few months he will surely be crawling circles around us. Every time I look at him, I want to cry because my heart can barely hold all of the love I have for him.
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