Friday morning, while getting ready I realized E was being very quiet. This silence usually signals a mess needing cleaning or E somehow putting himself in danger. However, when I checked he was sitting in the floor of his room in the middle of all of the dirty clothes from his basket trying to dress himself.
I think my heart swelled up and filled my chest as I watched this little boy do this for thirty minutes. No longer a baby, he is growing up doing more on his own and everyday, in small ways, beginning to put me out of a job. The farthest he got was pulling his Elmo shirt over his feet. What a sweet, sweet quiet moment and one I hope I will always remember.
