>> Thursday, September 1, 2011
I ask him: Are you excited to turn 8 tomorrow?
Yeah, he smiles. But I'm also a little sad.
Because I'll never, ever, ever, ever be 7 again.
I know, Honey. I really do.
My Owen turns 8 tomorrow. My Eli started kindergarten today. And yesterday? Was three weeks since Axel last nursed.
Tomorrow also happens to mark 11 years since John and I stood in front of a sanctuary and promised til death do us part.
How does it keep getting better when it's all so good to begin with?
I had told Axel: ...and then you'll get bigger, and then you won't nurse anymore.
And he said, And then when I get littler, will you nurse me again?
Oh, if only it worked that way, buddy.
Sometimes things are happy and sad at the same time, said my birthday boy.
Because, like, something changes, and then it never happens again....
I just want to be seven and a half for *one* more day.
I know, honey. Me too.