This time it’s a little different, a little harder. I promise when I spend most of the day crying or sad it’s not because of you, it’s just because this is the last time I’ll have a baby. No more feeling the little kicks in my tummy or waking up every hour to pee. Things that maybe got frustrating to mommy at the time because I wasn’t remembering this was going to be the last time. So mommy is going to hold you a little longer than I did with your sisters and brother. I’m going to not want anyone to hold you for too long because that’s how many seconds of time I don’t get with you. I’m going to be the first one there when you cry or when you just want to look around and see all the new exciting things this world has to offer. I’ll pray every night that time will slow down so you can stay little for just awhile longer. So just hold my finger with yours a little longer because one day your hand won’t fit in mine anymore. No one ever tells you how painful it feels knowing this is it, you don’t ever get to go through this again. I guess maybe that’s why it makes the last one so special. So just bare with me if I’m crying when your crying, or holding you a little too tight, this is mommy’s last time falling in love.