A Whole Hand

When did this happen? I mean, obviously I know when it happened. About 2 months ago, actually. But I’m just now looking through photos and came across this.

My baby is five. Five. He’s a whole hand, y’all. That’s a big deal around here.

He hasn’t been a baby, or even a toddler, for quite some time. Somewhere deep down, I’ve realized that. But when did THIS happen? When I wasn’t looking (and let’s face it, I’ve been distracted this last year with infant twins, so there were a lot of times when I wasn’t looking), he grew up on me.

And I know there will be many more of these moments when I look at one of my babies and wonder when the hell he grew into a man. But there’s something about 5 that feels so BIG. So GROWN. Like, I’m sure I’ll wake up tomorrow and he’ll be off to college. Which is a damn shame, really, because I still have no idea how he’s going to pay for that.

Good luck, little buddy. I love you bigger than the whole world.



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