tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462989691273269945.post1368148569482258355..comments2023-10-09T11:00:23.795-05:00Comments on Our Blessed Existence: Growing up is hard to dosallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01696598792179791677noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1462989691273269945.post-32342123419726066472009-08-12T23:13:44.871-05:002009-08-12T23:13:44.871-05:00i remember when my son was as small as our little ...i remember when my son was as small as our little ones. i look at the big boy he is today, and i honestly miss my little baby boy so much it hurts. i try to cuddle and hold my little girl in my arms as much as i can because i know someday i'll look at her and wonder where my apple-cheeked little baby went. my boy is still a wonderful, amazing miracle...but in an entirely different way that a baby is. i'm gonna miss having one around the house when E is all grown up too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com