I dropped-off a few dozen items for sale at a large consignment event this weekend and unexpectedly started crying as I drove away. It was a full rack of Baby Boy's infant clothes, and I realized that we have already hit the end of an era. All of my favorite little outfits - many that he wore without being photographed - are now on sale for just a few bucks each. It got me remembering when we first met in the NICU and he only weighed 4lbs. He'd sleep throughout the day and he never, ever smiled.

Now, he's a bucket of sunshine and racing all over the house.

I don't think I'll ever be able to adequately express how deeply grateful I am to have this boy in my life. He's more than I ever imagined.