My Boy

I sat looking across the table today at Camron as we ate lunch. Oh boy; my boy isn't so little anymore. As I sat there missing my baby and toddler, I also admired him: so good; so smart; so handsome. Then I wondered if getting older would erode away some of the things I love so much about Camron. Will he still hold my hand? Will he still give me hugs and kisses when I take him to school? Will he still put his arm around me when I sit next to him or snuggle with him at night?

Then a few minutes ago I got my first ever email from Camron. This is what it said, verbatim:

"Mommy guss what i love you!you are THE CUTEST MOM IN THE WORLD!
from, Camron   to, Juli"

I love that kid. Not baby; not toddler; not little boy. He's officially a kid. And he's mine.

Of course the second email he sent told me that he heard me burp and "I excused you for burping." Again, verbatim.

And while we're on the subject of Camron, at school they made pictures/lists of what gifts they want for the holidays. Ohhhhhh boy.

So glad he has such low expectations.  Guess this is part of the getting older, eh?  Also thinking I should take out stock in Apple, especially if every kid's list looks like this.

Well at least I still have my little girl. Who just turned 5 and thinks she's a teenager. She's with her dad at a birthday party at the Downtown Aquarium today. As per the pictures I'm receiving, she is having a great time. Here are a couple.

Dear Time. Please slow down. I don't need longer days (in fact, you could throw in a few longer nights for me), but my kids are growing up too fast. Just give me a few extra months per year - that's all I'm asking. Well, for now, anyway.