A sentimental bug has bitten me this morning.
Watching my youngest baby-no-more,
exerting his independence,
so curious and determined to try everything.
"I do it! I do it!"
His constant refrain.
Bundled up after a recent outing to the reservoir,
he said, "Mama, I so cozy!"
And he likes to pat my head and tell me,
"I like your hair."
It seems like just yesterday...