I think about my mornings with Rio as an infant frequently. We would sleep in until around 9, have a big nursie, and then he would sit on my stomach, relaxing on my knees, and make the sweetest, funniest faces. The sun beamed in brightly through our big window and Rio found happiness in the black picture frames hanging behind me. It was simply magical.
It's not that I don't love my mornings now, they just aren't quite as peaceful. I'm usually trying to nurse Rain and get Rio some sort of breakfast, which usually results in distracting him with cartoons while I make something or sit for a couple minutes to nurse.
Time goes too fast. While I'm so happy with the memories I have of Rio as an infant, I can't help but feel sad that the days so quickly pass. Sometimes is scroll through Dylan's blog and my heart aches looking at how life has changed. We are so much stronger and I feel like we've grown up a lot, but sometimes I just can't help but miss those days.
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