i just read a short story of a woman talking to her adult son about the last time she ever carried him. & i cried my eyes out. the thought that our babies get so big one day they just stop asking us to pick them up. we just stop doing it. ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
putting my 3yo to bed
me โgoodnight bubiโ
her โsee you soon mamaโ
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