Just this morning you came up to our bedroom with a blanket dragging behind you. You wanted to climb into our bed play on Dad's iPad. Seeing you with your bed head and footed pajamas made me cherish the slow mornings of snuggles and games. But watching you blast numbers, match letters and navigate an iPad with ease and comfort, I realize you're growing up. You still need kisses when you fall, support when you try something new and reassurance that you're going to be okay throughout the day. But you fight for independence and responsibility, you challenge nap time and other things you've deemed as childish. You are so young and growing so fast.
I am working on remembering just how small you are, and at the same time, how big. I suppose that will be something I'll struggle to grasp the rest of your life.