He's 4 1/2 months old?

Yesterday while walking in Walmart, a lady stopped to see Sam. This is how the conversation went.
Lady: "Is he about 6 months or more?"
Me: "No, he is 4 1/2 months old."
Lady: "Wow! What a big boy, and he's so strong!"

Yes, this is about the 10th time I have heard this remark. It is funny, because since Jace and I are both small statured people, I always thought that we would have this tiny little baby with chicken legs, blue eyes, and muscles. Well, I guess I got the muscles part right! This all led me to think about how much he has grown already. Tear. :( Where does the time go? I mean, he never was the typical baby persay. Always moving his head around, trying to stand up on you, not taking many naps. But, I would not change a thing. Sam is definitely the man.

A couple days ago I was picking out an outfit for him when I decided to go through his clothes. Big mistake. There were so many things that he had outgrown. So many were still new too. This made me sad, yet again. I reminisced about the times that he wore them, what we were doing, what stage he was at. So I saw these 9 month Carter's onesies which didn't look that big. Put them on him, and yep! They fit. Are you serious? Must have been some defect or something, because this not even 5 month old cannot fit into a 9 month onesie yet!!!

So, as I just rocked my big baby off for a nap, I think about the big scheme of things. I know I am told let him fall to sleep on his own, let him cry it out. But time is flying, and I want to hold him for as long as I can.

"Children arrive so fresh from heaven they are born with angel wings. If we love them completely, they are able to fly."

And that left me, crying like a baby.