The Sweetest Thing

Last Sunday, we had lunch with a few friends after church. The boys weren't too bad, but Shey refused to sit in his seat. Instead he wondered around the blessedly open area near our table. I could tell he was getting tired and cranky though as we were finishing up and he ended the lunch in my lap. I was playing around with him, and holding him longways, like a baby. He smiled at me with those sleepy eyes and reached up to pat my face. Oh, my little baby doll, you are growing up too, too fast.