Corbin’s usually a real happy little guy in the morning. He and I hang out a bit in the morning while I get ready for work and everyone else is still sleeping. He’s not sitting yet. But I sit on the couch and I sit him on my lap, and he smiles and smiles. And he flops right against my chest, the side of his little face pressed into me. He doesn’t have the strength or control to do anything but sit there, all floppy, cheek pressed into my chest. And he smiles about it the whole time, like that’s just exactly where he wants to be.
God I’m going to miss this as Corbin, my last little baby, keeps getting bigger.