I’m going to try not to get all Sunrise/Sunset on you all, but—hold me—my baby is seven today.
SEVEN.
I have a hard time reconciling my growing-up boy with this idea that he will be, always and forever, my baby.
This summer, I remember crouching down at the end of the long-jump pit, waiting with camera to eye for his legs to come running toward me.
I almost didn’t click the camera because I thought, Who is this older kid running toward me?
Oof, my heart. He IS the older kid.
Hug your babies, mamas. It does go so fast.
Though seeing the person he is becoming is pretty awesome too.
I am so lucky this little boy is mine. Happy Birthday D.