June 4, 2011

We watched home movies from 2001 this morning. We knew what we were looking for - Timothy's third birthday. On the way to it we saw him taking our Burger King order and doing karate in his underwear in front of the over (using it as a mirror). But we were really looking for his birthday. The one where he sang Happy Birthday Butt and ate his soda with a spoon (blowing on it first of course) and spit on the cake because he was blowing so hard. It was also the one where I asked him if he'd still love me when he was 13, and still let me tuck him in, and he promised he would. And then he gave me kisses and hugs. I was holding him at the time.

Fast forward 10 years. I can't pick him up any more, and looking at the picture of the two of us together today, I think he's finally taller than I am. He wears deodorant and men's clothing and his feet are bigger than mine. But if I squint real hard, not that much has changed. He still gets pretty excited about cake and presents, he's still a good kid,he still thinks the word "butt" is funny, and he still says he loves me and gives me hugs.

I cried when I watched the videos, emotional over the little man that's all grown up. But I'm proud of what he is now and I look forward to what he'll become.