(Marshmallow fingers in the dark.)
My second child turned nine today. The last year of a single digit age. I took a look at him with fresh eyes and saw a boy so sweet, so loving, but with that bit of imp that is the snips, snails, puppy dog tails that every proper boy has in him. Everyone loves this kid. How did the child get to be a youth so suddenly? I won't say he is blooming because that is too flowery and girlish, but perhaps I could compare him to a sapling. He is taller and stronger every day, and wiser. I am so proud of him yet I'm sad too; my cuddler is growing up. Where is my goose-hair baby? I miss him, but I am so excited to see who he is becoming.
Because we were on the road today, we will do our real celebrating tomorrow. Fun food, shopping, and cake! Yay!
Happy Birthday, Merry/Samwise. I love you dearly and truly.