NINE

My BOY.

My ONLY boy.

He is NINE.

I am in awe.

In Awe of how fast he has grown.

How many memories we have made together.

How he has changed me, taught me, stretched my heart.

I love the way he laughs.

I love the way he talks to his sisters when he is in his big brother mode.

I love that he loves to read like I do.

I love that he is decisive like Brent.

I love that he asks questions.

I love that he is friends with everyone.

I love his freckles, his smile, his eyes.

I love it when he tells me he finished book,

always with a gleam in his eye.

I love it when he bites his bottom lip and lets out a half laugh.

I love Hunter James.