Yesterday was my oldest's birthday. He is eight.
When he was first born, I really struggled (you can read about it here) and a good friend of mine said for the first time to me what would become my mantra for getting through this time. "This too shall pass." Though the original author was a Persian poet, I bet he was a parent too.
Those tough times did pass, and while I will never wish to be there again, I do wish my boy would not grow up quite so fast. Each time I look at him I am surprised at how tall he is. His hands and feet have long since lost that chubby baby look.
I keep expecting him to look like this:
Not this tall, toothless boy I see:
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