9 years old. The last year of single digits.
Nine years with the one who made me a ‘boy mom.’ For him, I’ve learned to hold frogs without a squeal, to stand over a dead snake with curiosity, to throw a football and catch a baseball.
It’s truly the greatest job I never knew I would love.
May the years that he loves Momma by his side pass slowly.
Watching this boy grow just amazes me- remembering the little one he was while looking at who he is now. I wonder about the man he will become, realizing he’s already halfway there!
This boy loves fierce. And in return he is adored.
When a toy needs a battery, the sisters seek him out. If there is a bug to squish he’s their man. Afraid to walk upstairs alone? Just find Michael, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing to help.
I’m looking forward to 9 with my boy.