Growing Up

Max is growing up.
There are parts I hate about watching him grow, but then there are parts I love.
I hate that he isn't a baby anymore.  He is a crawling, standing, getting into everything little man.
I love how curious he is.
I hate that he can now topple over the trash cans.
I love how he follows me around the house.
I hate that he cries when I leave.
I love how he smiles and laughs at the wind, and cars going by on the street.
I hate that he is growing up, but I love watching him grow into the little person I know he can be.
He is the best.