I was looking at my Zac this morning and I noticed something--his face changed. He was taller. He smiled for the camera when I asked him to instead of pulling a goofy face. He got out of bed this morning, and instead of coming into my room & needing something, he told me he loved me and asked how I slept. He's aging, changing...and he's mine. I've always seen him as this little kid (I know he's really not THAT old yet), but when he walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of juice, and sat at the table with it...my jaw dropped. When he quickly ran and got himself dressed for church, without my prodding, it dropped further. Especially considering he picked out a nice outfit that I'd have never thrown together. I'm a little worried he has better taste in clothes than I do--maybe he'll help me out.
On the bunk bed with Dad.
Ready for church.
Oops! Now he's ready...needed his glasses.
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