Okay, so I might embarrass him, but I'm going to reminisce about this "kid".
I was fortunate to be able to be there when he was born. So I've watched him grow up. I used to tickle him silly. I used to chase him around his house. I used to arm wrestle him. (The last time I did that was, well, the LAST time, as I knew the next time I'd be toast.)
But now? This is no longer a little boy! (Cue to wipe tears from my eyes.) This is a teenager with a suddenly deep voice and big hands and six more inches in height than he had six months ago.
Nay, this is a young man who no longer makes faces at me when his mom asks me to take his picture. Sakes alive! He flat-out cooperated during the 5-minute photo shoot!
The next day he was getting braces put on those pearly whites, so there's the appliance-free smile for the last time in at least some time.
You'll always be a special kid to me, no matter how big you get. And maybe I'll give you the privilege of smashing me in arm wrestling yet. ;) Love you!
The subject involved is opposed to being called "kid" (He wanted me to pass that along to you.) I, on the other hand, still think of him as a kid and always will (OK, within reason). You got some great shots. Thanks a million sis!
ReplyDeleteOh, dear! You don't say! I must be getting plain OLD, then! Tickle him for me, okay? ;)
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