5...its a simple number. And I sit here thinking about it and it makes my heart squeeze. 5 years ago my baby boy was almost here. Yup, I was very pregnant and very excited to meet this guy. The years slipped by... I kissed his scraped knees, read books a million times over, watched him belly laugh with his sister, looked all over for his precious t-shirt (lovey he sleeps with), watched his blue eyes sparkle at some crazy mischief that he was up to...I love him. I love the way he smells, the way he still twirls my hair when we watch cartoons together, the way his little hand fits into mine (and he only allows me to hold his hand when we are in the parking lot) He is my Hudson. And I am so not wanting him to get older...he tells me, "mom, but I have too" nope, nope your not allowed. But he will and my heart will continue to get bigger and watching him become the man he is supposed to become...its such a blessing. So, here I am, a momma who just wanted to snap pictures and make him stay this little. His face becoming less toddlerish but I still see it in him. That sweet baby that's still there...
