In the blink of an eye 
Now, when people ask, “How old is he?”, I reply with a lump in my throat, and a tightness in my chest “7 months 
.”
Where did 7 months go my sweet babe?
7 months feels different. 6 months is smack dab in the middle and feels like a milestone. 7 months though? You’ve now tipped the scale 
towards the one year mark. Gulp.
I catch myself, day to day, longing for my arms to be free, to be able to complete a task without setting down a baby that only wants his mommy to hold him.
If you ask to hold him, I will probably say yes.
Because it’s exhausting. Gone are the days of the barely moving newborn. The last basketball game( summer scrimmage) I went to, I sat on the hard bleachers wrestling him for 2 hours, phew. Standing him so he could jump, turning him around, laying him on my lap, nursing him, jumping, turning, playing- oh my word this kid does not sit still, lol.
He now is easily amused by his older brothers and squeals with delight at their silliness. My heart swells when he grabs his brother’s faces with two squishy, baby soft hands and pulls them in for a slimy, wet, open mouth baby kiss
This journey is bittersweet my friends. This innocent little cherub bringing two families together, reminding a daddy of his once little ones, melting the heart of a mommy watching her two big boys fall over the moon in love with their little brother, and a mommy and daddy snuggled up in their king size bed on a Saturday morning, squishing their diapered baby, jumping and rolling and squirming, calling “Not it” and laughing as that sweet cherub fills his just changed diaper with stinky baby goodness.
