I look at these pictures of my strong boy,
and it’s hard to remember
the days where tummy time was a struggle
that often ended in tears.
These days he can lift his head super high
and loves playing on the ground
using the quilt made for him by my Aunt Gail
to match his orange hair.
He rolls onto his tummy all the time.
I almost wish that he’d slow down a little,
and stay my baby for longer.
Oh my sweet,