You can't. I won't let you. Or maybe I will.
But truly, it feels like yesterday that you were this little boy.
My boy who was content to just chew on his hands and watch the world go on around him.
My boy who didn't bother to roll over until you were nearly a year old because, well, we think it was because you were just happy being.
You were the baby that everyone loved to cuddle. Because you loved to be cuddled.
You became the boy that was full of personality.
The boy that couldn't stop dancing.
The boy with an infectious laugh. And a laugh that changes when you're about to get in trouble. And gives you away every time.
The boy that alternates between reading high school books and giggling over fart jokes on YouTube.
The boy that is the first to say, "I love you." And the last to admit you were wrong.
It's been a delight to be your mom for the past eight years. I look forward to seeing what the next one will bring.
