don't grow up baby boy

Walking with Makai on one of our many neighborhood walks we were passed by a couple boys on their bikes. These boys were about 12.  They were laughing ,talking and having a good time. Yet, for some reason when they passed us my heart sank a little and I got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I instantly thought about Makai being the big kid on the bike. I thought about the day he would rather hang out with friends then spend time with his Momma. I thought about the day Makai will no longer want kisses , the day he will no longer fit in my lap, the day he will grow up. I was sad for a moment as I looked at my baby boy in his stroller and imagined him on that bike with his friend. In that moment I realized just how quickly time passes, how important it is to soak in these moments. So for now I will kiss his face a million times a day, hold his hand in those moments he lets me take hold of it, go for  wagon rides, read stories, sing songs, stare at his baby toes and do all the things I know one day will pass.