eight / by Leah Zawadzki

he turned eight yesterday.  and it feels like just yesterday when i was holding him in my arms with that sweet face looking up at me.  his face has barely changed at all. i tried to hold him like that again and i could barely pick him up.  but i did it.  next year he will probably be too big.  

he got his new bed today.  a loft bed.  a big boy bed.  he has wanted it for so long.  i had mixed emotions--i knew it was time, but it was going to change things. tonight i could  barely get up there to give him goodnight hugs.  sigh.  times are changing round here.  happy birthday to my boy....