Friday, April 10, 2009


some four months ago, Michael trudged out of his room after a rare nap, still sweaty and bleary-eyed from sleep. He made a straight line for my lap, crawled up onto it, twisting and turning, trying to curl himself into a comfortable position. And all of a sudden I looked at him, and he was all legs and arms and so long and gangly, it occurred to me that even his claims to toddlerhood were gone, gone, gone.

He's growing up.

1 comment:

Turley Family said...

I see so much of christofer in him!