It keeps happening. I can't stop him from growing up.
I positively adore the young man that my little boy is becoming. He is thoughtful, smart, funny, gives the biggest squeezy hugs a Mom could ask for, and tells me daily how glad he is that I'm his Mama. I love the way he looks after and plays with his Sister, and I thoroughly enjoy watching him interact with his Daddy in an ever-growing-up way.
This year, I have taken on being his Math teacher (he is otherwise still fully public-schooled, and he has begun taking guitar lessons. He loves to play Minecraft and Little Big Planet and all things Mario. He reads avidly and wishes with all of his heart for his own bow to learn archery with.
He sleeps on the top bunk and his favorite color is blue.
Today, he turns nine years old.
My boy, my heart.