in our hall bathroom, where adam brushes his teeth, there is a photo of him that i love. it was probably taken last summer sometime. tonight while he brushed and i sat on the (closed) toilet supervising, he pointed at the photo and said: baby!

i said: yes, that's you! that's baby adam.

immediately, i felt super sad. so sad that my "little baby" was already so big, so fast. in a flash. about how much he'd already grown since that photo and how fast he'd continue to grow, until someday soon not only would he not need my help brushing, he wouldn't even want me in the bathroom with him.

adam stopped brushing, took the brush out of his mouth and looked at me with a questioning look.

i said: it's ok buddy. mommy's just a little sad right now.

he paused, thinking. and then said: hug?

quickly, he got down off his stool and came over to me and gave me a big squeeze.