This guy turned nine a couple days ago. I’ve been telling people he’s “almost nine” for a while now, so the actual date passing wasn’t such a big deal. But every time I hold him, pull him into my lap and feel the weight of his body on mine, I think “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?” He was the tiniest person I’d ever held and now he is the biggest kid I’ve ever held. He can be sweet, he can be ornery; he is so smart and still so naïve. He asks for me to snuggle him before bed every night and tells me the “highs” and “lows” of the day. He’s part of me and I’m a part of him forever and ever. He was the first to call me “mama”.
He was pouting about something not being fair with his sisters so I grabbed him, licked his ear, nibbled his cheek and got him to laugh. (At a park in Corning, NY.)