Every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of Sam and it’s almost like I don’t recognize him.
In my mind, he looks like this.
A little boy with a bowling ball for a head. There were times we’d worry that he would actually never develop a neck.
But I must have blinked or something, because now he looks like this.
His face thinned out and his features turning sharper. He looks so old. I’ve learned from his sister, though, that even though he looks to me like he is so grown up at four, he’ll keep growing and before long I’ll be looking back wistfully at the little four year old I once knew… who is now a teenage boy.
Um, now that I think about it, a teenage boy does not seem that appealing. I’d like to keep my sweet four year old, if that’s cool. Remind me again where the pause button is?