He grows.

And grows. Yesterday, the tiny gift of God turned nine. Had he been three or four I wouldn't be so in awe. But nine! Halfway to 18.

The same body that arrived weighing only 2 pounds 3 ounces is now 65 pounds strong. The head that was no larger than a baseball is now to my shoulders, and thumb-sized feet now comfortably slide into my shoes for a quick trip to the mailbox.

He grows. *sigh*