No recent major milestones or anything, it's just that he's getting big. He's not quite nine and a half, but really he's closer to 18 than he is to his birth.
Tonight we were walking home from fishing, just he and I, and he slipped his hand into mine. I silently gasped. It was a huge hand. Big and kind of rough. It wasn't a little boys hand anymore and it didn't stay in mine for long. Almost as quick as it slipped in, it was pulled out.
Now don't get me wrong, he still drives me nuts. His love of Star Wars and Bak-u-gon baffles me and his constant chatter and commotion wears me out. But for just a moment tonight my heart stopped when I realized that he's not gonna be a little boy much longer.
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