I Blame It All on the Cute Baby

We were a few minutes late to church on Sunday (shocking, I know). The 2 younger boys had been delivered to their classrooms, and the rest of us made it to the auditorium. I was sitting next to Mark, Chase was next to me, and Dylan was next to him. A little further down the row was a friend of mine with her ridiculously cute baby boy. I demanded the baby, and she graciously obliged. Ummm, sweet baby boy smell. Sweet baby sucking on his paci as I patted his bottom and he slowly drifted off to sleep. Cute stick-em-up hair. Sweetness all around. Then it happened. I was instantly transported back to when the almost 13-year-old sitting next to me was a baby, and I was holding him in church while he was sleeping. Oh, how I loved holding my babies during church while they slept. Out of the blue, the tears came. Once they were turned on, there was no stopping them. They flowed, and flowed, and flowed. I returned the baby to my friend who now probably knows that I am a bit insane. Mark wasn't surprised by my tears. Poor man has seen my insanity many times. I did not even have to explain the tears, because he knows me too well. Unfortunately, giving the baby back did not stop the tears. I had to go home for a bit and clean up. Stinkin' cute baby and stinkin' boys that are growing up way too fast. Where oh where have my sweet babies gone?