I couldn't help but marvel at his small-bigness.
His elongated legs, but his yet-chubby cheeks.
His almost-too-big-for-his-new-shoes feet, but his still-soft, still pudgy baby belly.
After he woke up and crabbed about having woken to a world where chocolate {gluten free!} cake cannot be consumed at all hours, he was off and running, wrestling and jumping with his brother.
His brother, who when we headed upstairs to get ready for bed, read/recited-from-memory two books complete with perfect inflections and voice punctuation.
I couldn't help but marvel, again, the small-bigness of my four and a half year old, too.
Who are these growing-over-night boys?
And how did I get so fortunate to watch them sprout up so lovely and strong and solid?
As he read and his younger brother tried to read along outloud, too, I think John and I smiled so hard our faces hurt the kind of good that happens when you take a small- big bite out of a life that's better than what you could have ever imagined.
What a sweet post. My boys are about the same age, and I find myself marveling over the same things. I love watching them grow but sometimes I wish they'd stop. Or at least slow down...
ReplyDeleteMarveling is good :) Face-hurting smiles are better :D
ReplyDeleteI'm loving every second of kid growing, too. :)
ReplyDeleteAwe!! This made my heart grow just a little. What a sweet- loving- painful post. And by painful I know how it feels to watch them grow. It happens all so fast!
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