16/365 Finn Henry

I'm not sure if it is because he is the baby - the last one that I get to carry around, spend my days with while everyone else is at school, "baby".  The thing is, I am having a hard time imagining him growing up.  I probably should be sending him to preschool this coming September when he is 3, but we have decided to wait another year.  You see, I love my days with him.  I love having him here, playing beside me while I work, helping me in the kitchen, following me around the gardens, inspecting every little thing.  I love when he says "mummy, let's snuggle", or  "mummy, want to play lego?", and when he asks for a hug, a kiss.  I love looking at him while he is busy eating his toast, focused on watching Dora, and I marvel at how little he still looks to me.  He makes me smile every time a phrase comes out of his mouth that really should be coming out of someone much older, much wiser.  But he is wise, much older than his 2 1/2 years.  And he makes me smile - all of the time.