Say it ain’t so. The night before his golden birthday. Nine. Tomorrow my sweet baby boy will turn nine.
As per tradition, I took a few minutes this evening and captured the very last of him at eight. He’s starting to look like such a little man and I just love this kid so very much. He easily obliged with the photo taking and even gave me the biggest hug when we were done. He always gives me hugs. He gives the best hugs. Will he still hug me like that at nineteen?
Gosh I hope so.
(I just had a nice little cry when looking at last year’s last day photos. Click here if you want to see just how much he’s grown the past 365 days.)