How lucky am I to have watched you transform from baby to boy to young man ? Right before my eyes , you ’ ve grown , and yet even as I look at you , I can ’ t see you growing . It ’ s sort of magical , really . The changes are so very subtle from one day to the next but suddenly you stand up and you ’ re two inches taller and looking less and less like a little boy . Oh how I wish you still fit just right in my arms again , but how lucky am I to watch you grow ?
How lucky am I to have your arms thrown around my waist ? “ Mommy , girl ,” you say as you embrace me with such force you nearly knock me right down . I love that you call me ‘ mommy girl .’ “ I love you too much !” you say with a voice that sounds more grown up than I ’ m used to . I love you too , so very much .
How lucky am I to share this life with people I love ? To share moments and make memories ? To laugh and play and love so fiercely ? Having kids has made me lucky , maybe the luckiest in the whole world . To love and to be loved is about as lucky as we can get . •
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