So many things to write, but before I squeeze in my run between devotions this morning and rousing kids for eye appointments…
He grew. My little boy isn’t so little anymore. He turned 8 this spring.
Last night we attended my niece’s softball game. As I sat in my lawn chair, my “little” boy climbed on my lap. All solid, long 75lbs of him. I couldn’t see over him. My forearms and legs from the knees down were all my family could see of me.
He grew. I swear it was just a short while ago he was snuggling all the way up and fitting against my chest.
My goodness that went fast! It’s as if he changes every single day. He still has the heart to climb up on my lap, but how much longer until he won’t fit?
My heart aches a bit. It’s beautiful and bittersweet to observe and be a parent. My, oh my, how fast they grow!
I need to go run my emotions out now. He won’t understand why I’m teary-eyed at his eye exam.
Much love today — Jen