Our years together

I sat watching Andrew in his swimming class. His hair was all messed up as he sat on the edge of the pool. He looked so pristine and young. He looked almost like he did as a baby: perfect milky skin, fiery red hair, plump rosy cheeks. I was blown away. It was as if I was taking a step back to baby Andrew again but yet with the wisdom and fun of a few collective years under our belts.

I am sure this all has to do with the new baby on the way and starting a journey over with a new child. But for a brief moment I had such an awesome reflection on Andrew as a baby, growing up and the years we've shared to date. It was one the most touching times as a mom that I've had.