Every once in a while, something will happen and it just hits you, "This is the last time that (insert whatever last will happen)." We were walking around the lot today, and I needed to get some things done; none of which I could do because you wouldn't go more than 2 feet away from me. I started to get frustrated because I needed to take care of these thing so we could get home, and you just wanted me to hold you the entire time. I kept putting you down, and time and time again, you'd give me your arms to pick you up. Then it hit me, this is the last time that I will get these little moments, the last time I will be at the center of your world. I know I'm being dramatic, but at the heart of it is a realization that you are my baby. Every time that you have a new "first", that will also me by last. This makes me both very happy and sad. I can't wait to see what life has in store for you, kiddo.
I picked you up, and for the rest of the day I didn't let you go. I will hold you as long as I can, even long after you ask me to put you down.