That is almost more than I can handle.
It was just a couple years ago that I heard Hubby exclaim, "It's a Boy!" I laid my eyes upon an adorably bald 8 lb., 8 1/2 oz. baby with big brown eyes.
He continued to grow up quickly. He knew all his colors, shapes, letters, and numbers by 18 months. He could sing before he could talk.
On his first day of Kindergarten, we peeked through the window after we dropped him off. He was holding back tears but never let them fall. I can't say the same for myself.
He is now in middle school. Almost as freckled as me, he has his dad's big brown eyes. He is a cut-up and a goof-off. He is taking tuba, French horn, guitar, and piano lessons. He reads a novel every couple of days. He fights with his brother and sisters like cats and dogs. He is a smart mouth (which reminds me a lot of myself at that age).
Where has the time gone?
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Oh! Happy birthday!
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