Max

Max made me cry last night. Not because he was being naughty or mouthy because he held my hand.

He came into the living room and plopped down next to me and grabbed my hand. At the same time, we realized how big his hands have become. We held our hands up to each other and his was larger and my tears welled up and he even looked a bit surprised.

WHEN did that happen? I have been watching him grow like a weed all year. His feet passed me a couple of years ago. I only have an inch or two in height before he catches me. But none of that bothered me much. Max has always been a tall kid so I knew he would pass me up. He can't wait to pass me up.

But the hands, oh my goodness the hands. His hands have always looked like mine and now they are the bigger version.

Flashing before my teary eyes was when he was just a little boy holding his hand up and comparing it to mine or holding it tightly as we walked to keep him safe. OH how I wish I had a photo of those little hands because I miss them. A photo of his big hands:(