When Nate was a little blond cherub we would rub noses and he would say, “You so cute and I so cute.” It was darling. And I’m sure he’s gotten quite comfortable being the smallest, cutest member of our family.
Then there were these times during the pandemic where the boys would emerge from their beds in the morning and I would take one look at them and know they’d grown. It wasn’t just the capri pj pants. I can see it.
Jacob just got measured for his soccer physical and his dad says he’s 5 feet 1 and a half. Exactly 2 and a half inches shorter than me. I’m losing ground quickly.
So last year I tell Nate I can’t wait till I’m the smallest, cutest member of our family. It’s going to be so great.
He just smiles at me. A slightly concerned twinkle in his eye.
