But I'd rather savor the remaining moments that show me he is still my baby boy.
Snuggling on the couch in his favorite t-shirt.
Cuddling Boy Baby because Girl Baby is for girls, thankyouverymuch.
Holding tightly to Hoot and Doggie, his beloved loveys that he's had since birth.
Soothing himself sweetly with a pacifier, an addiction we are struggling to break.
Keeping Moosey close, his dearest friend and companion.
Nestled in warmth under his blue butter-soft baby blanket.
Though three, he still melts my heart just as he did the first time I nestled him on my chest.
Henry Duran Hooper, you are a perfect gift from above. I love you with all of my heart. And no matter if you are three days, three years, or three decades old, you will always be my baby boy.