nine

He may be old enough to swim in the deep end, be the oldest in his elementary school next year, attend summer camps, play night games until dark sets in and only come inside when hunger sets in. Every so often when I carry him to bed and his long legs dangle to the floor I get a heavy reminder that he really is old enough for that stuff. I just feel lucky that he still is a little nervous about thunder at night, not that embarrassed by me yet, watches cartoons in the morning, tells me I always know how to make him feel better, and gives me a hug and a kiss and a "I love you" everyday. These things help me realize he will always be my little guy.....no matter how big. I am grateful for that.