Nine.

Nine.

When you went to sleep last night, you looked like a baby even though you were sprawled out in your bed, touching almost every corner because your legs and arms are almost as long as mine.

When you sleep in my bed, you’re still a little cuddler, snuggling your piping hot body up to my back and putting your little hand on my shoulder.

When you wake up, especially this morning, you look like you’ve grown overnight.

Today, you looked a year older.

Maybe that’s because you are. Or maybe it’s because I finally accepted the fact that you’re not a baby anymore.

nine

You’re nine.

That’s one year away from double digits.

I wouldn’t trade you for the world, Henry Love. You are my everything.

As much as I’d love to keep you little, KEEP GROWING. Keep growing strong so you can go and change the world.

 

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  1. Happy birthday to your sweet boy and his lovely mama! xo
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