Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Growth

My bff Wendy was in town for a visit this past weekend. The Bright-Eyed Boy (aka Texting Teen) wasn't able to see his Miss Wendy for himself, but sent this picture message.

He threatened to unfriend me if I posted that one to Facebook, so I insisted he let me get another one. Several attempts later (as he dodged the camera), I got this one. He doesn't follow this blog, so I think I'm safe. For now.

He's so much bigger than me now! I still sometimes can't help but think of him like this . . .

Ah well.

5 comments:

Anne Cassidy said...

Ahh, so sweet. What a cutie (both then and now). You must be so proud!

Kathy said...

Hi Anne-- thanks for stopping by!

Andrew Peck said...

I'm totally telling. This ammo is too good not to use. No, just kidding. This is just more evidence that your little enclave has the secret sauce for happy families and great kids. I don't know how the bees play into it, but I'm convinced they are key.

ELS said...

As that heartbreaking song says "dragons live for ever, but not so little boys."

Makes me sob every time. Your boy is gorgeous!

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