Thursday, March 20, 2008

The nursery

I want to remember, because he won't always be a baby.

He won't always show me the ducks...

...or laugh at his penny bank.

He'll outgrow the beloved summer sun hat...

... and the colorful little board books.

For now I savor my baby in the sunny nursery...

...knowing that all too soon I'll delight in a little boy.