Learning to Let Go

Whenever I see pictures of babies covered from head to toe, I cringe a little bit. It doesn't NEED to be that messy. In general, if I can avoid making my kid dirty enough to necessitate a bath, then by all means, I will. So imagine how I'm dealing with that fact that, sooner or later, Hazen needs to learn how to eat with a spoon and fork. We decided to start with yogurt. While the whole process was relatively messy, the look of sheer joy and triumph on Hazen's face was enough to face the mess. Every time he would successfully navigate the spoon to his mouth, he would look at us for affirmation (which we of course gladly gave), and would smile like he just figured out the key to world peace. I would clean up 1 billion messes for him to get a few of those smiles. (And kisses, too, because those, my friends, are amazing!)

Can someone send him a memo in his dreams to stop growing up? I vowed to listen to the council of the Prophet in the last conference and stop "wishing away my todays", and let me tell you, I'm starting to wish those tomorrows would never come, because what I have, well....it's precious.