My baby isn't a baby any more.
I've found that I don't see my children grow up gradually. I see them as a baby or a toddler or a little child or a big child or a young women for years. And then one day, my perspective shifts and they've moved on to the next stage. I stop seeing them, treating, and expecting them to act as a baby and everything changes at once to toddler. Yesterday they couldn't be expected to talk and today they are.
William has been our baby for the last year and a half, but now we don't have a baby anymore. He can feed himself (not with silverware and not soup), he gets up and down stairs without any hesitation, he lets himself out to play in the yard, he often does what I ask him to, he tries to repeat whatever I tell him, and he makes faces that he finds to be very, very funny.
I used to be so anxious for my babies to grow up because I needed them to become something other than another burden in my already-full load. But now the load has been shared around and I can enjoy savoring the sweet innocence of toddlerhood. Soon enough it will only be a memory, so I'll hold on tight as long as I can.