My first baby is 8... some years I joyously celebrate another birthday another year older... I embrace the "growing up"... but 8 seems really quite big... and I see him slipping away into yet more independence... and I want to hold on just a bit tighter to this big boy /little boy.
He skis faster than me you know... and he certainly eats more than I do... I can trust him to start my car when it's cold outside... he just finished his first chapter book.
I am so proud of this man child... but just for today I wish he would stay little forever...
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