Ever look at your four-year-old on his birthday and wonder how that 8 pound, 13 oz bundle of helplessness transformed into the independent preschooler grinning at you from his perch on the kitchen table?

I found I couldn’t believe the two were the same.  So I went back through my pictures and proved it to myself.

Sigh. I guess it’s true. My baby’s growing up.

But if I play that slideshow just once more, I’ll make believe I can manipulate time. And lie to myself.  And pretend he’s my newborn again.  Yes, I think I’ll do that.

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