He is growing like a weed and doesn't seem to wear any jeans for more than a month, so I bought his suit a couple of sizes too big on purpose (it HAS to fit him for First Communion in May, or he's going in his pajamas). His hair was cut according to HIS wishes, and he has sweet braces.
He has big-boy worries about not looking cool enough, or not being accepted by his peers, and blankie doesn't make it all better anymore. My reassurances that I think he is incredibly handsome don't carry any weight, and Sam just wants to use his suit for dress-up.
Today was a bit sad for me as I saw him through my camera lens, then had to watch him go out the front door on his way to accept grown-up responsibility for his actions...I have a picture that says, "To have a child is to forever have your heart walk around outside of your body" and today I really knew it is true...
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