Thinking back...

Tonight Cooper wanted to be held. He wanted to be held while I made his dinner, while I set the table, while I went and got him some toys to play with. He just wanted to be held. In order to do all the things listed above, I needed both my hands and I had to set him down. And that is when the screaming would start. I would look down at him and a pitiful sad face stared back at me with arms lifting up to me. It made me think back when I had to hold him all the time because he couldn't just sit up, or stand, or crawl, or walk. It made me sad. The baby stage is over. And I am sad. And so I held him...