Tonight while putting Conner to bed, I put his little seahorse thing up next to his head and pushed the little thing's tummy to turn it on and it started playing that all too familiar song. I remember it so well from Cooper that it's literally ingrained in my head. But I know there's a day coming somewhere off in the distant future where I won't be able to remember anymore. And that scares the bajeezus out of me. Again, sad soon-to-be-nostalgic Sam ruins things for current present Sam, sorta. But still.
There's a little video I shot tonight of him cooing and making all these little blurbs. He was on the changing table and Aimee was leaning over him. He was wearing his little Daddy's Rockstar onesie thats getting too small for him, smiling. I gotta hold on to all this. Because I know there comes a day where I wish it was all still happening. I love you all, little babies. Oh, I just love you soooooo much.
Mark 2: 18-22. Something just tells me all these Pharisees are gonna be trouble. I mean, when Jesus mentions wineskins, you better be listening...
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