I always hated those people who were old enough to go on and on telling "I remember when you..." stories about me. They always made me feel like such a baby, even though most of the time I was only a few years behind them in age. You know what I'm talking about. Obnoxious, right?
I hate to admit it, but I have become one of those people.
My nephew turned seven in October. SEVEN! And the thing is, I can't wrap my brain around that. I clearly remember the first time I held him. I remember waking up in the middle of the night with him. I remember his first few wobbly steps. I remember visits he made with my parents to OC and then to Harding. I remember when he wasn't too "cool" snuggle with his "Aunt Boo." I remember calling him after his first day of school.
And while it makes me one of those people, I can't wait to reminisce about this moment with him...
(Puh-lease excuse my nappy hair in this picture.
I couldn't resist posting it.)