Nine

My boy is nine today.

I am not sad that he’s growing up. I will not cry over the loss of pillowy cheeks or mourn the loss of baby teeth. He’s perfect just as he is now – right now, today and tomorrow.

He’s creative, sensitive, fearless and all boy.

Happy Birthday, son.

Too cool for school

2 Responses to “Nine”

  1. bri Says:

    well done, mom

  2. Jan Wehrlie Says:

    He IS all that!

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