Today was Colton's birthday.
I just went in his room to cover him up before I go to bed and I laid down next to him and started crying. I couldn't stop. I don't want him to grow up. Really truly I don't.
I absolutely love where he is at right now.
I never want him to change.
I never want him to have to grow up in this crazy world.
I want him to be my little boy who crawls up in my lap, and says, "Wove you, mommy," FOREVER.
Is that too much too ask?
I feel like I spend so much of my time complaining about how hard it is to have young kids; the sleepless nights, feeding them, potty training, putting their clothes on, changing diapers, no free time.
The list could go on and on really.
And really...those aren't the hard things.
The hard things are making sure I teach them how to be happy, how to pray, how to have the desire to read their scriptures, how to fear God and not man, how to love others, how to serve, how to be a good father/mother, a good husband, how to respect others, and how to be a good person.
And no matter how hard I try, they just might not do all of these things.
And that is what is hard.
I can't even describe how much I love this little guy.
Please don't grow up.
P.S. I'll be posting all about his "Big Day" soon :) Because it was awesome.