Today is Always Followed by Tomorrow

He asks me to carry him.  I hold up my hands, and he jumps into my arms.  My arms rest under his bottom, and his feet dangle below my knees.  He rests his head on my shoulder and sweetly pats my back.  I slowly make my way up the stairs while thinking about how big and heavy he has gotten.  He is probably getting too big to carry, but I carry him because today is always followed by tomorrow.  The future holds a boy who no longer wants to be held.  There was a last time that I carried my other boys, but I can't tell you when that time was.  When I carried them for the last time, I had no idea that it was the last time.  I wish I could carry them now, but tomorrow came.  I know that many more tomorrows are coming, so I am really trying to soak up all the goodness in the todays.  Today I scratch Cade's back because tomorrow is coming.  Today I call Dylan with a silly joke because tomorrow is coming.  Today I text back and forth with Chase because tomorrow is coming.  Today I wipe a bottom when called because tomorrow is coming.  Who am I kidding, I can't wait for that tomorrow!