I try hard to remember to breathe LIFE in, as often as possible. Especially on days like today. Today Owen turns 9, and because someday like in 9 years from now when he's 18 (a man), I will want to remember the stuff that occupied our days when he was a boy.
Things like eating icicles and spinning on the swing until he can't walk straight. The things that remind me that although he's growing like a weed and changing into a man more and more each day, inside he is still my amazing 9 pound baby, my precocious toddler with the vocabulary of a college professor, my raspy voiced preschooler singing Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, and my grade-school snuggler who blows me kisses as he gets on the bus in the morning.
Growing--yes...grown--no! So for today, I'm going to kiss and snuggle my birthday boy, because someday, my snuggler, will be tucked away inside a grown-up....next to a chubby baby and Christmas carol singer.
