My baby boy is 15 months old. It's hard to believe. In some ways it seems like time has flown, but in other ways it seems like he has always been with us. I don't remember, and I know my kids can't remember, life with out our Si Guy. Just like 7 years ago, when my girl was born. It seems like a life time ago... did we really only have 1 kid at some point? All I see in this is that they won't be little long. I love that and I hate that. I want so much for them to always depend on me, but I know that that is not the way it works. I have to pray and trust that they will go from dependency on me to dependency of God. That is what I want. I do pray that they do come back too me every so often...but I will try to give them over to Him every time. That's a mother's greatest challenge, I think...to know that they aren't mine...they are His. With each year I see Him working in them more and more. It's beautiful.