Wordless Wednesday: My Little Boy
Every so often (actually more and more often these days) I catch a photo of W that gets me. In more and more photos, I see less and less of the tiny baby I brought home with me just 4 hours after he was born. I will never forget that night. After 17 hours of labor (12 of them at home) and 4 hours of monitoring at the birthing center, I took my little guy home.
Now he’s growing up. The camera doesn’t lie. He’s becoming more and more of a little boy each day.
My little boy.