I did this quick sketch at church today of a sweet moment between my husband and baby son. I was trying to rock that same baby son to sleep a few minutes before this. He turns two tomorrow, and although my babies NEVER fall asleep in my arms, I think I was holding on to this last day of me having a one year old baby. I rocked and rocked, he snuggled and resisted sleep. Finally he sat straight up and said, "I not baby! I big!!" Dagger. Those words, and their truth as I close this last chapter of having my own babies, struck my heart. I love my kids growing up. I love that they'll still need me to mother them in different ways when they're thirty. But I will miss having my own tiny babies to rock in my arms.