I have been (slowly) packing up the clothes that John Brooks is too big to wear now. The putting away process is very bittersweet because on the one hand I am sooooo grateful and thankful and blessed and happy to have a healthy baby boy who is growing and changing almost everyday it seems. On the other hand my heart hurts when looking at the little outfits that were all too big for him when he came home from the hospital that are now too small. It is such a painful reminder that he will not always be my sweet little baby who likes to touch my cheek with his hand and holds on to my shirt when we walk around. I realize that, Lord willing, I have many more years of this bittersweet feeling ahead but today it is particularly strong and so I thought I would take a moment to ponder this feeling.