You're nearly three months old now and you're getting so big. You're nearly outgrowing all of your clothes and you're learning how to make yourself heard. You want to sit, you want to stand, you want to kick so fast I swear you'll take off any second. You've learned so much in such a short amount of time. I'm so amazed and so proud of you but please... Just slow down.

Before I know it, your toothless smile will be filled with little teeth and your coos will turn into words. You'll let go of my fingers while you're standing and you'll be doing it on your own. You won't need me to sit you up anymore and your efforts at crawling will send you zooming across the house first on hands and knees, then on feet. Before I'm ready, you'll go a full 24 hours without wanting to nurse on me and it will be different foods that fill your belly rather than the milk my body works so hard to produce. You'll want to sleep alone and you'll want your dad more than you want me.

I love watching you grow. It's the most amazing thing I've ever witnessed. But I'm far from ready. I want to hold you in my arms forever. I want to always be the person that can keep you calm. I want you to always need me. But I know there will be one day where you'll run off to play with other kids and you won't turn around to look for me. I know there'll be a day I go to help you with something and you'll tell me you can do it on your own. I'm not ready. I want you to be little forever. But unfortunately, you have to grow.

But please, just for me, slow down.