I’m not prone to sadness about my kid growing up, but I’m getting a bit teary tonight. Typical of the first child, I pushed Jamis to walk, to talk, to the potty, and then off to school. And now I want to stop the clock. He’s gotten too old. I could use a rewind. To turn back the time. To hold him again – his whole body fitting within my body.
Happy Number Seven biggest boy. You saved my life. And gave me a new life. And it’s a beautiful place to be.
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Happy Birthday to your boy!