May 30

Brady went to a birthday party yesterday afternoon that turned into a sleepover.

He was cheerful when he got home today and spent some time playing video games with Isaac (who most definitely missed his brother-man). Then the two of them helped Adam clean out the little pond in the backyard before taking a dip in the pool.

And just before dinnertime, all of the weekend action caught up to this littlest guy of mine and he conked out on a couch in the family room.

I watched him sleep for a minute; the rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic in and out, in and out of his breath. He's definitely not a baby anymore --as of the end of this week, he'll be a middle schooler, as crazy as that is-- but he's my baby. And I'm grateful for the quiet moments as they come.