I visited with some old family friends recently. They were the kind of friends that were at our house at least twice a week, or more- and we at their house. Until this trip, it had been 3 years since I last visited with the kids.
They all grew up.
The son, had changed- to me, overnight. At 14, his voice had deepened, he had thinned out and grown taller.
He is now taller than I.
I listened to the rumble of his voice, and tried to hold on, more tightly-in my heart, to my little boy.
And then,
he came bounding into the room, sat on his mother’s lap, and let her put her hands all over his face.
Both mom and son, all smiles.
Genevieve, homeschool mom who has found her secret place. Confession is supposed to be good for the soul. That, or just entertaining. Grab a drink, and I'll spill.
Ahh! This made me cry. Too sweet.
Lovely, just such a perfect moment.
Came by from the Hip Homeschool Hop to say good morning today!