When your Grandma (Lulu!) dubbed you "Aflack" because of your big feet.
Year 2.
Your first snowfall.
Year 3.
While now a "Big Boy" still being young enough to allow me to dress you in outfits like this.
Year 4.
Those fleeting glimpses of the man you will become.
Year 5.
Watching as you bravely took on new challenges...
... and succeed. (My you can be a smug little SOB!)
Keep a weather eye on that Horizon, Little Man. And remember wherever the current may take you, I will always be your anchor and your true North.
Happy 5th Birthday, Doodlebug.
1 comment:
This was such a sweet post. What a good mommy you are.
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