Having a older child that I can really connect with is pretty great. We have some deep, heart-felt talks lately and I really, really love it. As he gets older though, I can't help but think about how our days together are numbered. He's 10 now, only 3 more years until he is a teenager, only 6 more years until he is driving, and only 8 more years until he is an "adult." Really? How can that be?
It seems only yesterday he was a tiny baby, making soft newborn noises as he slept next to my bed in his bassinet.
Now he's so big, smart and such a fun kid to be around. He still gives the best hugs, I hope that never changes.
Happy Birthday, R, I love you.