Precious Memories

While I rocked JJ to sleep last night, I was suddenly hit with how quickly my baby boy was turning into a little man.  As I held him, I tried to memorize the feel of his little body against mine, the weight of him in my arms, his precious little features, and the slow, steady rhythm of his soft breaths.  Because I know one day all-too-soon it will be my last day to rock and hold my son.  Before I know it he will be an independent young man and he won't need me as he needs me now.  One day in the future when my arms ache to hold my son just one more time I want to look back and have these precious memories to hold on to.