The last thing I knew...

...this boy was just a little boy, sitting on my lap, asking me to "sratch (scratch) his bat (back)" while he fell asleep.  Yesterday, he got contacts, and I feel like this seemingly small event is yet another thing making him into a young man.  Its a reminder that we are always dropping pockets as parents.  I love the young man he is becoming, but there are days when I miss that little boy.  Its all a part of the journey, though.