NINE!

Nine years old. I can't believe it.

Nine years since he captured my heart, 

entering the world backwards and loudly and in a completely unexpected way.

Eight years since he learned to walk. 

Seven years since he decided to talk. 

Six years since he learned to use the toilet. 

Five years since he went to preschool and learned to read. 

Four years since he went to kindergarten and realized he is smarter than I am. 

Three years since he learned to ride a bike with no training wheels. 

Two years since he figured out how to turn a flip into the pool. 

One year since he discovered the power of making other people laugh.

To me, though...when I watch him sleeping, or catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye, or when he grabs my hand as we walk across a busy street...

He still looks like this...oatmeal and all...