P365 - 2014 - Day 127 - last night he'll go to bed an 8 year old
Tomorrow my youngest enters his last single digit year. How did we get here already? Where does the time go? Who is this big, handsome, funny, grown up kid? He was just my baby. My Mother's Day baby. He was just learning to walk. He was just curled in my lap watching Max and Ruby. He just marched into preschool with a determined (if not a little apprehensive) look on his face. He just laced up his first pair of cleats and walked out on the soccer field. How did he get so big, so fast? He told me tonight that this is the last night he'll go to bed an 8 year old. When I swallowed the lump in my throat, I told him I needed a picture to document that. This was his magical year - remember? He turned 8 last year on the 8th and that made it magical (of course). I hope this past year lived up to that for him and I hope that this next year is even better. I told him if 8 was great, than 9 will be just fine. His last single digit year. I swear I only blinked.
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