One day, I’ll realize the baby phase is over.

No more tiny socks hiding under the couch.

No more bottles piled up in the sink after a long night.

No more 3 AM feedings with just me, my child, and the quiet hum of the stars.

No more rocking them gently while whispering, “Just a little longer, buddy.”

One day, I’ll lift them and feel the weight of time. One day, they’ll sleep through the night without needing me.

One day, the sweet babble will become clear words—and conversations. And then it hits me…

I blinked.

And my baby isn’t a baby anymore. 🥹💔

No one warns you about the silence.

How I’d miss the mess.

The exhaustion.

The beautiful chaos.

Because it meant they were still little.

So if you’re still in the middle of it—

The diapers.

The clinging hands.

The cries that calm only when you’re holding them…

Soak it in, Dad.

Because these are the moments you’ll long for when they’re gone.