I Miss those Cheeks

Why did Jared have to grow out of his large, droopy, hound dog cheeks? Oh, how I'm mourning their loss.

But, I will always remember how this little man used to look at me with those cheeks resting contently on his chubby chest.
He had no idea how to use his hands, and I had no idea how much he would love grabbing and pulling out globs of my hair--with such love and excitement.

He used to just lie there--staring with such sweet, observant eyes. He still pulls the same, wide-eyed expressions, but they are usually followed by deft, decisive hand swats to sample whatever he's eyeing.

And, that toothless grin. So sweet. I greeted this face at least four times a night not so long ago. Time passes faster as the months go on.