I know that you think you’re a big kid now. I know that you need to feed yourself, and want to walk down our back stairs holding onto the railing instead of my hand. I know that you want to tell me about your day, and I know you get frustrated when I don’t understand. I know that when you say “Mama, BOAT!” for the 764th time, it’s because you need to practice how the word feels in your mouth, and despite my patience running low, I’m grateful that you do. I know that you see and comprehend so much more than we give you credit for. I know you’re growing up.
But you see, from where I’m sitting… you still look like my baby boy.









