Changes

When I started this journal, he was four years old. Most of my entries consisted of stories of worry, amusement (who remembers Mr. Naked wreaking havoc in the dollhouse?), pride, fear, joy, and love for this sweet little beast who occupied my heart.

Today, he is eleven and in just over four hours, he will graduate from elementary school.

As cliché as it is, where did my sweet little duck-talker go?



Well yes. He's still right here. Busy occupying my heart just as much as he did then. I know as we turn this corner there will still be worry, amusement, pride, fear, joy and love for my not-so-little beast. I'm so glad he's here.

Happy graduation, my sweet, sweet E.

:-)