How did you go from baby boobies…
To cutie…in nine short years?
How are you possibly nine years old today? I have no idea where the time has gone. Cliché but true.
The little boy who followed me around, asking only, “Wha ya doin’ Mama? Doin’ Mama?”, over and over and over again. It made me crazy then, but what I wouldn’t do now to hear the scratchy little voice of toddler hood ask me that same question again.
Now we speak of fractions, geometry, politics, elections and wars. Your awareness of the world around you startles me, as the innocence of your childhood slips away quickly in this age of information.
I watch you soar and spread your wings a little more each year.
You bring so much to my life and to this world.
May you remain as happy as you are today.
Happy Birthday little man. I love you.
Mom.
What I Was Blogging About One Year Ago Today: My First Human Experiment
