I'm putting away clothes in his room while he sleeps. The closet door shuts louder than I mean it to and William stirs in his sleep. I look over to assess the situation and I am instantly transported back in time.

His fingers are splayed wide, arms in front of his face. His lips purse in a face that in entirely unexplainable to anyone who wasn't witness to it thousands of times just four short years ago. Here he is. Just a tiny little trace of the tiny baby he used to be. Grown now into my big almost 5 year old boy. Moments like these are far and few between these days as he grows faster and faster into a boy, not a preschooler, toddler or baby.