My Mo

I still remember when he was little... no glasses, no braces, with velcro shoes. My sweet boy - our first born... leading the way in a quiet manner. It's the night before his birthday - in a few hours he will be ELEVEN years old. I've stopped squishing him at night, pretending as if it would keep him from growing... obviously it didn't work! His foot is bigger than me, he's wearing daddy dale's t'shirts, and although they're a bit roomy - he still wears them... I know soon I'll be looking up at him, reminding him that I'm still his mommy!

Hmmm... as you can imagine - I'm having a mommy moment shaking my head and wondering - seriously... when did my little boy grow up so fast? Why do they grow up so fast? I still remember the day I dropped him off to school for the first time - he reached for my hand saying, "c'mon mommy, let's go to school" he cried when I walked out the door... I cried when I got in my car... it was all new to him, this whole growing up thing... it was all new to me - every milestone is!

I love that he still asks me to scratch his back when he's sleepy... I love when I get hugs. I love when he asks for my opinion. I love my son! Being a mommy is the most rewarding job I've ever had. I'm so blessed!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SON! Mommy & Daddy love you very very much! We are proud of you!!!