This is my son. Isn't he darling?
He doesn't love to wear shoes. He'd rather be barefoot on the lawn eating popsicles. Or riding his little scooter in the driveway eating chocolate pudding.
Imagine my surprise when I walked into his room this week and saw these shoes lying in the floor.
These are not the shoes of MY baby boy.
These shoes are made for a much bigger person who plays competitive sports and throws them in a duffle bag when he runs out the door with his friends. These shoes are worn by an adolescent who is grumpy when he's tired and complains about taking a shower. That is not part of my life. Not yet.
Isn't my son darling?
I'm blogging about my boy all week. He turns 8 this weekend and I am just.not.ready