"I wonder where the time has gone." My grandmother would say it. My mother would say it. It seemed like something only "old" people said. Now, I'm saying it.
My boy is growing up. The loss of a first baby tooth is a big moment. It's the beginning of the end of childhood. I handled his first two baby teeth down below just fine, but this top, big tooth has got me thinking.
This boy is the reason I started blogging. He has spray painted my car, busted Mallory's glasses into tiny pieces (multiple times), popped hundreds of holes into a new leather chair, destroyed my bedroom with a bottle of ketchup, hammered holes in the exterior of our home, and so so so much more. I constantly wondered what I was doing wrong.
Life moves faster the older one gets it seems. Now, I wonder where life will take my boy.
Enjoy each moment. Life is full of wonder.
