I cannot accept it. I refuse to believe that he is almost five. Tears well up in my eyes when I think about his birthday coming up… he just cannot, can NOT grow up on me. I love him little! Where did my baby go?
He talks to me “when I am a man, I will [do this or that] [eat this or that] [be as big as daddy]” so I can tell that he is really looking forward to growing up, but I just want to bottle him up and keep him four forever. (Of course, that would mean that I stay young, too).
Dear James, I love you.
Enjoy these three images of a sweaty but happy can’t-wait-to-be-FIVE year old.
Amazing how fast they grow up, right? I think I still have a picture of Chloe lying down on the carpet next to James when they were just a few months old.
these pictures make me want to wet a rag and start wiping….