littlest one

It seems that a child is officially no longer a little one

when he turns 5

and when he sits solid and strong on my lap

and when I wonder when he became so big

and when he tries to reason with me

and sometimes makes good sense.

And a mother realizes that time is running away with her children but that time is really running towards eternity and all is well. Moments are meant to be savored and little people are meant to be snuggled and breathed in and breathed on and prayed over.