my baby is 10. 10. how does this happen. how does this time pass? before your eyes. in the midst of washing, watching, picking up, anticipating, pushing, hoping, wiping, loving......i could go on and on. it is a funny thing to watch your heart develop. your first born. 10. perched in this lovely precarious spot this glorious time of boyhood. someone once told me the glory years. between babyhood and teen years. he is spectacular. interesting and quirky. sensitive and wise. truly spectacular. he is a boy. his own boy. before my very eyes he has become himself.
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