My Boy

Yesterday, his front tooth was loose. He couldn't eat lunch. He cried. At dinner, I told him to pull it out himself (because I was too chicken to do so). He did. It was really loose so it came off easily. He was so happy!

He is 7 today. Time flies. He has grown tall and lost his baby fat. However he still has that adorable little boy face with all its expression of wonder at the world. I still marvel at how small his hands and feet are sometimes.

He is a good boy. I hope that he will grow into a good man. He is most affectionate. I get my daily fix of hugs from him most of all. He likes to crack jokes and talk and sing at the top of his voice. He likes to jump on people and hug them. He amuses us all with his antics. He surely knows how to bring a smile to everyone's faces.

I love him dearly. He is my boy.