It brings so much joy to my heart to watch Zeb play by himself and listen to his babbling as he interacts with his toys.
These moments are rare, as he would rather prefer I carry him - in my arms, not in a wrap or carrier - all day long, but when I notice he hasn't cried or pulled on my leg in a while, it's just the cutest thing to turn around and watch him in his own little world.
And it reminds me that my role as a mother is to nurture, yes, but also to raise him to be able to do his own thing, make his own decisions, to not rely on me anymore.
Which means that my parents did a terrible job because I still need them all the time. JK. But seriously...
His birthday weekend has me all , but it'll be okay, because that's how God designed it.