They don't stay little

The first time he did it, his life flashed before my eyes. And not because I worried he might pull the refrigerator over on himself. (That didn't cross my mind until I looked back at the picture.)

What I saw was not the past nine months, but all the years ahead. As Jacob sped across the kitchen floor to get a good look at the cute baby on the front of the refrigerator, then slowly pulled himself up, giggling while the baby in the fridge did the same, I saw all the steps he's soon to take.

If he keeps this up, it won't be long before he's standing on his own.

Then he'll start walking.

And soon he'll be running through the backyard with his brother and sister.

Then he'll walk out the front door for his first date.

And I'll blink, and he'll be strolling arm-in-arm with his bride, and walking hand-in-hand with kids of his own.

(If you think I'm overreacting, I'm going to assume you don't have kids yet.)

So stop it, Jacob. Stop it right now. I am not ready for you to grow up yet.