I've had this sudden urge lately to hold on to and savor all of Gabe's babyhood. To not forget a single moment, a single breath that he took, a single giggle that past his sweet little lips. I want to remember it all. Though I know this is not possible, I'm trying. I have hundreds of sweet, smiling photos of Gabe. So, one night in the kitchen, when he started crying as I was doing dishes, I picked up my camera and documented a crying jag.
Because I don't want to forget the way his bottom lip pokes out, the little dimple he gets in his chin, or the way I'm totally and completely in love with him even when he looks like this:
I alternately want to cry and giggle at the sweetness.