He's two already

He warned me I’d blink and my boys would be grown, but some how when you’re living in the moment you don’t really notice the time that is passing. I still remember bringing Wes home from the hospital and being afraid of how tiny he was. I could hold him on one arm and feel like he weren’t even there, I had dolls that weighed more then he did. Now he is two, he is so big and yet so small at the same time. Now I’m lucky if I can hold him with both arms for more then five minutes at a time without having to put him down.Wes tries so hard to be like his older brother and his daddy, mimicking them every chance he can. He acts so big around them and yet he still comes and grabs my hand, leads me to my bed and asks me to snuggle him for a nap. He surprises me by how much he seems to understand what is going on around him. His little hand will pat pat my back and you’ll ask “Wha matr?” with a concerned look on his face. Other days he frustrates me by how little he knows or how he forgets things he was just doing the other day.Wes’ whole world can be fixed with a tight hug and a kiss. His whole world can end when he runs out of “soey” or when Cody and I have to leave. Each time I leave and come home he greets me as if I was gone for a lifetime instead of a moment. I suppose for him it is a lifetime though. He runs to me with glee and grasps my legs as tight as he can while simultaneously trying to climb up and give me a kiss. Wes is a walking contradiction. I knew it would come some day. I knew my dad was right, I just didn’t expect to blink and have him be two already.