Happy 9th birthday to my little dude, who might not be as little as momma would like him to stay.
I’m holding onto him tightly, afraid that one of these days my daily kisses he’ll be too cool for anymore. That I suddenly won’t get his hugs, or be able to comfort away his tears with snuggles. Too many tomorrows are coming too quickly, I can’t seem to hold on tight enough.
9 years old. Wow. When did that happen?