Last night, after a special dinner out, my big eleven year old surprised me in a lovely way. I had asked him if he wanted to read his birth story & he said yes, but then instead asked me to read it to him. He laid down with me on the bed and relaxed, with his feet on my lap while I read him the story of how he was born. I noticed that his big toes are now practically the size his feet must have been when he was born - incredible.
It was a nice moment. I know enough to treasure those times with him.
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