I love this photo so much. It's difficult sometimes to take a step back and see, really see, how much he is growing. I can tell by the pants, which seem to shrink on him in one week, one little trip through the wash. I can see it in his face when he sleeps, the outlines of the man he will grow into. I can feel it in his gangly legs and the quick kisses where he used to linger and cuddle and curl into me. But then I see a photo of him as a baby and think, "He was so tiny and he's so big now!" and then see him alongside older kids and think, "He's so tiny still!" It's hard to know. I'm his mama, so my vision is blurred.
There on the sidewalk while we walk, side by side, I see how he is stretching. And then he took this jump, what seemed like a huge leap but was really not that far at all, and he was taller than I am, even in heels.
It will come too soon, I am sure. I see what's ahead in these shadows. Clearer than in the mirror or face-to-face.