Tomorrow will be the six-year anniversary of the day my five-and-a-half-day labor ordeal ended and this little guy entered my life.
Just a few minutes ago, I went out to the living room to see him wearing a new outfit. He’s had the shirt for some time, but the long cargo shorts are new. And he’s never worn that baseball cap before, much less turned it around backward like that.
Suddenly he wasn’t a little boy anymore. Suddenly he looked like a big boy.
Which I suppose he is.
Today he looks like this:
And so, in honor of this event, I’m going to spam a few pics. For T, my darling boy, I love you.