So I’m doing my absolute best to prepare myself for the realization that in 2 days, my only son is going to be a seven-year-old. No matter what I do, I can’t bring myself to accept this fact. And whether I accept it or not, it’s going to happen anyways. Regardless of whether or not it feels like I just brought him home from the hospital the other day.
To make matters worse, I also took a long walk down Memory Lane this morning while cleaning out boxes that my mom brought over this weekend when she cleaned out her attic. I found SO MANY pictures from birth to junior year of high school. They weren’t always the best memories for me. If you would like me to explain I would love to. But for now I’ll just leave it there.
I also found proof that I was a baby rock star! See? I was awesome before I even knew what awesome was! :-p