Today my middle baby turns 9. 9. Just like when Josh turned 9, I am trying to come to terms with the fact that 9 is halfway to 18. Halfway. Halfway through the years when he will live under my roof. Halfway through waking him up in the mornings and seeing one foot sticking out from under the covers. Halfway through seeing his blue eyes and mischievous smile every single day. Halfway. It hasn't been long enough and won't be in 9 more years either. These moments, days, years are precious. And I don't really mean it when I wish for a minute of peace and quiet. Quiet will come. But today I will make root beer floats for his classmates and take him out to dinner and remind him to wipe the barbecue sauce off his chin. I will enjoy being the mother of a now 9 year old who just happens to be the apple of my eye.
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Happy Birthday Adam. We love you.
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