So last night...low, low expectations. I got him dressed just as the school asked - dark pants and a white shirt. We took pictures by the tree and then I dropped it. I was afraid to hype the night too much.
As we waited to leave the house I took a look at him...a goooood look at him. He was so...big! He stood in front of the tv with his white button up shirt all tucked into his pants, a belt through his pant loops and a toy up to his mouth. He had all the makings of a big boy, but the one thing out of place or should I say the dead give-away to his real age was the toy in his hand.
We left for the church and I think I held my breath the whole way there. As we entered the church, we found his teacher and again I held my breath. I left him with her and Z and I found M who was saving our seats. As the music started and the kids filed in I scanned the kids for my little guy. As he walked on the stage I found him doing the same thing. Looking for us.
At last he found us. The grin on his face was the largest I have seen in a while. He was so proud up on the stage...so excited and so...big...yet small all at the same time. It may be the hormones but as I sat there I wondered how we had gotten to this point already.
He stood on the front row, grinning from ear to ear and calling out for Z. We all gave him a thumbs up and the concert started.
2 comments:
tears too! Have that baby soon! I want a little W baby to hold!!! He looks so big!
A,
I'm having the same issues looking at my girlies lately. sniff, sniff
They just grow up way too fast!!
Miss you,
Lisa
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