Six months later.
Our son Ryan is a big six month old baby boy. He sleeps all night and is growing so fast. I sat staring at him one night after putting him down and I started sobbing. He is already six months and soon wouldn't need me. I hated that he would get older and independent and not need me.
I was crying as I stared at my perfect boy and felt sad. Caleb came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my cheek and squeezed me back into him.
"whats with the tears baby? "he said turning me to look at him.
I whimpered as he looked down at me and wiping a tear away.
"he is growing up so fast and soon he won't need me",I choked out as more tears slipped out.
Caleb chuckled and kissed my head.
"baby you know it doesn't matter how old he gets he will always need
