I think they will always be tiny feet
as he sat at the table this morning eating breakfast I got a peek of his feet crossed under the table. up top he was enjoying a bowl of cereal. he is almost 8. EIGHT! it can't be possible, doesn't seem possible, yet it is. his tiny feet though.....they still don't touch the floor. something in that makes me smile. he is still little, he is still tiny, he still likes cuddles and hugs. he is still my tiny boy for awhile longer, maybe not to much longer but I am holding on to every bit of tiny he has left.
here is the top half of him. dressed and ready for space day. my tiny astronaut. I love this kid. can you tell?