My middle baby turned 10 today. I’ve had a lot of mixed emotions about his entering the world of double digits, just the whole he’s getting older thing is really playing on my heart strings, but really, I need to just be happy and thankful for him. My Lanny is a great kid; smart, compassionate, loving, thoughtful, playful and genuine…everything I’ve always wanted in a son and then some.
I notice that as I get older each of my children’s milestones seems to hit me a little harder. I wouldn’t have considered myself a “softie” five years ago, but I’m certainly turning into one. When Zoe hit 16, it was like a brutal wake up call. Now Landon is entering the pre-teen years and that makes me want to cry. Next month, my little surprise baby Harper will be turning one…it’s almost too much to bear. The only thing that makes me feel better is the realization that my kids are thriving and that they are moving in the right direction, even if that means older and away from me. I can rest assured that I’ve done my best and my sweet children are out there, and the world is a better place just because they’re in it.
So, Happy Birthday my sweet, sweet boy Landon. I love you to the moon and back.
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Such a sweet post, Angela. I have the same feelings about my own children growing older. It's so darn tough to watch them grow up and away...
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