Summer of 2003, you were three years old.
Daddy and I were taking you fishing for the first time.
We got you your first fishing pole, Spongebob themed..
..and your first floatie, because Mommy was NOT letting her little big boy
anywhere near the water without one.
Summer of 2009, you are eight years old.
It was just the two of us, going for a walk in the park and the pier.
I still worry a little about you falling in the water, but this time I know you can swim on your own...
...and I'm realizing how my big little boy is growing so fast right before my eyes.
More and more, with each passing day, you venture off on your own, not needing me to hold your hand or hold you back... and this for me is bittersweet. At times I wish you could stay little forever, and that you would never stop needing to hold my hand. But I'm so proud of the young man you're growing up to be... strong, independent, curious, kind.
And you will blaze your own path in this world, arms wide open and unafraid!
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