On Sunday morning during our Easter worship service, Shorty wanted me to hold him while we stood singing. As I held him, it occurred to me that this would likely be the last Easter I'd be able to do so. Not just because he's growing and is just about too big to fit into my arms anymore, but also because next year my arms will be full of another little person.
Soon we'll both be saying goodbye to his "being the baby of the family" days. Albeit a bit painfully - for both of us.
So on Sunday, while he still fit in my arms, as he laid his head on my shoulder, when he asked me what we were singing about, I was cherishing every moment. I was asking God to sear this special memory in my heart that I may never lose it, thankful for the awareness of how precious this time was.