I know each stage of Bob's childhood goes by quickly. I find myself in danger of being prematurely nostalgic for things that are still happening right now. Forgetting to sit in the moment, my mind will wander to somewhere in the future, missing these right now times already. When he was a baby the days were short, the sleeplessness night were long, all of it a blur. Now it all whizzes by. All of it.
There will come a melancholy rainy day when Bob will no longer wait for the first break in the clouds to put on his rain boots and go "Worm Rescuing." Today was not that day. Today we relocated seven "drowning" worms to the safety of the lawn. Lucky them. Lucky me.