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.
Today Michael and I spent the day building legos and playing Phase 10. Tomorrow (rain or shine) we’ll learn to use his new birthday hatchet together.
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.
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