That first Christmas doesn't seem so long ago. The years are moving fast. I want to remember to sit still.
When I tell people that Bob is seven, they say, "That's such a good age." And it is. He likes us. He's snuggly. He'll hold hands. He's still on board with Santa. I know there will be more good ages but I want to notice and feel this age, this Christmas season, this day. He'll be a big boy soon enough. Today he's a little boy and I'm grateful.