we had just finished a day of morning basketball games
and a birthday party at the batting cages.
I leaned in to hug my son
there it was.
The smell of a young boy!!!!
The stinky smell of a young sweaty boy!!!
This can not be!
Time has played a cruel trick on me.
He is only 10!
My husband was quick to remind me that things will start to change.
First the smell..... then the voice..... then everything.
My little birds are starting to fly!!
Talk to you soon,