My sweet Andrew,
People like to tell me all the time how big you are.
They stop me in the hallways at church.
They shake their head in wonder when we pick your sisters up from school.
They post comments when I share your picture on Facebook.
Random strangers even chime in with a chorus of “what a big, handsome boy” when I’m waiting in the checkout line at Wal-Mart.
You are not a baby anymore, not by any means.
And, this probably makes you so proud and so ready to take on the world.
You had to climb up in that booster seat yourself, grunting and working those muscles all the way. And didn’t you flash me…
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