I had a bit of an emotional meltdown at dinner tonight.
There’s this young man who sits across the table from me. He sits tall in his chair. His shoulders seem to broaden with each passing week. He flexes his biceps during the evening meal.
This young man pays attention to the dinner conversation and cracks me up with his commentary. He’s selective about what he finds funny, often rolling his eyes or leveling a withering look at the commentary of others. He’s a bit mercurial, but I guess that comes with the territory.
He’s creative and silly. He keeps asking more and more sophisticated questions. His own personal observations are insightful and surprising. I often find myself catching my breath, or as evidenced at dinner tonight, bursting into tears.
This young man is my baby. My baby.
Garrett turns 11 years old one week from today. If I can’t keep it together as he he turns 11, how am I going to handle 13? 18? 21? 40?
One week from today, I will be busy cooking his favorite dinner and fielding phone calls from family and taking pictures as he opens presents and eats his cake. But on this Throwback Thursday, I’m going to give myself over to emotion and celebrate my baby, this lovely young man.