Things have certainly been changing in the Horton household.
I leave the room. You cry.
I put you down. You cry.
My always-happy, always-sweet baby pushes people away and reaches for me.
Even though I put you down, I leave the room, to teach you that I'll always come back -- always --
I want you in my arms just as much.
I know there will come a time when you'll push away from me, reaching for your independence.
And I'll understand.
But there was a time, Noah, when you didn't want to let me go.
I love you more each day.