Tall "Baby" Boy

I walked up to our oldest son this morning to give him a before-school hug. He was in shoes, I was barefoot. But he was taller than me. Literally overnight! Yesterday, it wasn't by much, but I was still the second tallest in the family, second only after my husband.

Start of last school year, 7th grade.

 So when he took off his shoes for me, we measured again. I am still technically taller than J., but only by a fraction of an inch, not much more than a hair width. For all intensive purposes, we are exactly the same hight now.

I think this was 6th grade???

I'm not sure how my Mommy heart feels about this. I have laughed and felt proud as my handsome young man passes up other adults. There are plenty of young men in my life that are taller than me. I have always known he woulod likely grow to be much taller than I am.

August, 2011 (about 2 1/2 months before my strokes).

But this is my baby we are talking about here. The one that, just 13 too-short years ago, weighed less than 5 pounds. I am thrilled for him, excited, proud, but a little sad too. It is kind of unsettling to look him eye-to-eye, to know sooner (probably even sooner than I want to think), I will be looking up to look him in the face.

Our kids last October, 2012, dressed as "Black Eyed Ps". :)

 He's been growing up much to fast for a while now. But how on earth did this happen???

First day of school, last year, fall 2011.

Grrr. Somewhere I've got a second semester, 8th grade (2013) shot of J. in his school uniform this past winter. It is a couple months old, but what I was going to post. After a half hour of not finding it, I will have to come back to edit it in when it is located!