The feeling that comes from knowing my legs are numb, my back feels broken from the angle we’re in when him climbed on, and my shoulder hurts so bad I can’t hardly take it. But I don’t dare move him for fear of waking him…knowing these moments are so far and few between nowadays that this may well be the last. Four (almost five) years has flown by way too fast! I’m gonna miss this bud! I already miss it from your brother and sister. There is no better feeling than the total and unconditional love of my child.