Friday, December 17, 2010
There Was Nothing I Could Do to Stop It
My boy done growed up.
Happy Birthday, Ezra, my love. I told you you could never get any older than four...and here you are turning five. The age that signifies the beginning of independence. The age that you'll be when you trot off to school without a backward glance. The age where I must begin to let go. I'll let you go...but only if you promise to always come back to me : ) Sure do love you, kiddo.We're spending the day at Uncle Mike's memorial service...but Ezra will still get to party sometime next week. He's being very grown up about the whole situation. Thank you all for your prayers and sweet comments about Uncle Mike. The family really feels your love. And underneath are the everlasting arms--truly.