Remember when he was born? I don’t usually get sentimental about these things. I don’t cry when my kids go to kindergarten or graduate from pre-K. Overall, I think aging is a glorious thing—growing up, adding years, growing wiser—there’s nothing sad about that. It should be celebrated. But my goodness it’s the time involved! How has it gone by so quickly? Nine years.
He’s a deeply emotional child. He’s exactly as he’s been since the day he was born. I can’t wait to watch him grow up.
I’ve read you since I was pregnant with my now 7 1/2 year old boy. It’s nice checking into your blog every once in awhile and seeing you and your brood doing well. What an adventure it’s been the last 8 years….
I too am about to move out of the city and into a quiet, family-friendly neighborhood (near Portland, OR). It’s a good move for my kid and I also hope it soothes some of my depression. If only I too was a runner….
Happy BIRTHday to your son and you for starting your journey into motherhood! Cheers,
Hello! Thanks for the comment. I do hope you find some peace soon. Moving is hard. Life can be hard. Depression sucks. I know it all too well. Much love to you, Camian.
Cheers to our peace, laughter and success!
Oh my stars! Emory’s birth story makes mention of the children’s book, “Walter the Farting Dog!” Poor Baby Walter!