Monday, May 10, 2010
The Oliver Dessert (graphic photo follows)
Last night, I bent over Oliver to kiss him good-night. He said, This is the last night I'll be eight years old.
Yes, I replied, and this is the last time I'll kiss my eight year old son.
Nine years ago today, I gave birth to my beautiful third child, Oliver, who I liked to call my dessert. It doesn't seem possible that nearly a decade is gone, and as each year passes I think to myself, hoping against hope, he's still really little, he's only six, he's only seven, he's only eight. I'm not sure I can say he's only nine! He's NINE? I just can't believe it, really.
In lieu of a long birthday celebration, I'll give you this link to click because I think I captured my Oliver, my dessert, last year quite well.
Happy Birthday, Big O. I love you so!