My son had his 9 year well child checkup today. So, he's 9 1/2 now, but that's how we roll. When I picked him up from school I noticed how tall he looks. Oh my, I should have distracted myself with something else right then and there. We got into the room waiting for the doctor and I literally have a flashback to when he was born and the doctor exclaiming over how big his hands were. Then methodically, it seems each appointment after that begins to flow through my mind. When he was sick and had to have a steroid injection at about 4 months old and my husband was out of town and I was terrified. When the nurse practitioner put the popsicle stick too far down his throat and he vomited. When he had his stitches in the ER, his wasp sting reaction, all the times he was looking at me with a pleading of help in his eyes and I had to hold him down or try to comfort him. How did that baby turn into this little man? I was tearing up at the thought of how fast it has gone. He does still let me snuggle (not in front of his friends) and for that I am grateful. His growing up seems to make me more sappy than my girls. I wonder why that is? He is the only one who looks like me. Poor guy, he got the freckles, red hair, and big feet. Maybe it's because I read something on Pinterest that said that someday he will love another woman. Woman. Love. Married. My baby. I need a tissue.
~For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.~ Genesis 2:24
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