Times are changing here on my side of the mountain. It gives me a bittersweet feeling. You see this particular event started ten years ago when we were blessed with a little baby boy. He made himself right at home in our family from the moment I first held him in my arms. I thought my heart would nearly burst with all the love I felt for the little guy.
For the past ten years I have been the female he showered his love on. Baby smiles and coos turned into hugs and sticky kisses, and kept growing to include dandelion bouquets and rocks and misspelled notes on my pillow. I loved it all.
Today he came with a piece of wood that he carved to look like an oblong package with a ribbon bow on top. Only this time he asked me if it is pretty enough to give to a girl that is coming tomorrow to play with our kiddos. I tousled his hair and told him it's lovely and yes the little girl is sure to like it.
Sigh. My little man is growing up. And already I have to start letting go. Little by little until he tries his wings in a world of his own. Excuse me while I go find a tissue.