This was the week that I would start potty training.
This was the week that you would stop being my baby.
This is the week that you would grow up right before my eyes.
You would never look the same.
But, a cough and cold has curtailed my plans.
Why am I holding on to you so hard?
Could it be that you are possibly my last baby?
Could it be that I never knew that I could love my children so much?
So, for a precious little time longer, you are still my toddler boy.