My baby boy is eight years old. My firstborn. My Asher.
Oh. My. Heart.
He's riding a bike and tying his shoes.
He's taking the bus to school and having sleep overs.
He's losing his teeth and trading his baby face for boyish good looks.
He's still waking up before me, but he now makes his own breakfast.
He's a loving big brother who adores and protects his sister.
He's moving from me, towards his father. Big boy adventures with snuggling only at night.
He's growing into more than I ever dreamed he'd be.
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