10 years, 11 months.
Tonight before bedtime, as a family, we ended up randomly looking through our family’s photos on Mommy’s Facebook account. We spent about 20 minutes travelling back a solid decade; back to when you were still just a baby.
Back to when Mommy and I were brand-new parents, still in our 20s… and now we’re both 40!
And now, you’re less than a month away from turning 11 years old; as strange as that sounds to say.
From my perspective, it almost seems like when Mommy and I got married over 13 years ago, we were just playing house. Then, after a year, we found out about you coming along.
Flash forward to now: This is your last year of Elementary school. You do Taekwondo. You don’t really care so much about plastic toys anymore or Pokemon cards.
You’re growing up. And this whole time, I’ve been doing my best to not let a minute slip past me.