“Dear last baby,
I’m sorry my phone is always in your face. I just can’t stop taking pictures of you.
You’re doing nothing, but somehow it’s still adorable. To me, every moment with you is photo-worthy. Even when you’re sleeping, it demands capturing.
I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot. It’s just that I’m so desperate to remember every minute of your babyhood.
Watching you grow and change has been bittersweet. Actually, mostly bitter.
You’re the last baby I don’t have to ask permission to hold. Or to cuddle. To kiss those sweet cheeks.
The last baby I’ll ever be Mommy to.
As your sister grew, I packed her things away, saving them for you. But now those things are being given away. There won’t be a baby brother or sister who can use your swaddles in a few years.
The reality of it stings a bit.
There is a time for everything. This season has felt endless, yet simultaneously far too fast. And part of me wishes you could stay this small forever.
But I know you can’t. And as you grow, little baby, I hope you never doubt how much I loved each minute with you.
How I cherished you.
Obsessed over you.
And did the very best I could for you, each and every day.
My last little baby.
But if you ever do, just take a look at a few of your 5,000 baby pictures. That ought to be enough to remind you.
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