My baby turns SEVEN today, which seems like a lie any way I write it. He's at his dad's, so official birthday photos will come later, after I take him to go pick out a betta fish after school.
One of the highlights of my year, shit, of my LIFE, was jogging down to haystack rock with him this summer. A perfect memory made even more exquisite because I recognized I was in it while it was happening. I love that boy.