Mother’s Day and Bittersweet Memories…

Motherhood is bittersweet. I recently came across a photo of my oldest from when he was about three years old. When he was feeling mischievous, his bottom lip would slide to the side and curl up over the corner of his mouth. He started making that expression when he was just a little baby, before he could even talk. He was adorable smiling back at me from this photo. I wanted to scoop him up, tickle him until he squealed, and nuzzle his little cheek. My sweet baby.

When did I last see him make that face? A year ago? Three? Maybe more… I’m so grateful to have that expression in print. The years go by so fast…