i blink...

and he is this.  this boy going on little man.

wasn't it yesterday he was crawling on the floor of my bedroom, pulling himself to standing at the window and chirping at the birds while i folded laundry?  and today, he is this boy, standing tall, defending his brothers from backyard goblins while i hang clothes and watch him out the window.

i call him over and, to his now nearly constant embarrassment, force him to take a picture.  so i can remember the stomach tightening, heart pulling ache of seeing him so big.  i am so proud of who he is, and who i see him becoming.  of how, even after five-and-a-half years, i am still stopped dead in my tracks with wonder that he is mine.