There was a birthday celebrated in September that must be recorded: my eldest, Jameson.
He was just born, wasn’t he?, and yet no. There is over a decade’s worth of memories crammed into the treasure chest of my heart.
He is growing. He is tall, yes, but he is growing. A quieter heart, a new confidence, the incredible perception and awareness he’s always had growing into wisdom. He’s still just a boy, but this older boy I’m just sort of observing and marveling at.
I can’t believe how much my heart is just wrapped up in him. My beautiful boy.
I blinked, and suddenly, we’re here:
First morning as an 11yo, drinking coffee and chatting with Cecily, who just adores him.
And to this nana he has turned in to a kind hearted, respectful grandson. ?
Lovely reflections. Thanks xoxo