Wow, 13 years old. Yikes. Somehow, it’s never weird when Andy turns a year older. I guess it’s because he’s my older brother, and it makes sense for him to grow up. But with Zeke, it’s just different. I’m not ready for him to be all grown up yet! Although, I must admit it is nice that he’s beginning to mature. :D That, I can live with.
What I can’t live with is that he’s now taller than me. Sigh. I gave him a hug yesterday, and was shocked to discover that I wasn’t reaching down to hug a little boy anymore. I vividly remember when he was the same height that I was when I stood on my knees. We were so proud to be exactly the same height. Now – we are the same height. And I am not proud.
But it’s true – he’s growing up. Next thing I know, he’s going to be graduating, heading off to college, or announcing his engagement. Time sure flies.
Okay, so maybe it doesn’t fly that fast. But still.
If I had to sum up my favorite things about Zeke, with using only single words, these would be some of them:
Dimples. Trampoline. Strawberries. Words. Laughter. Monopoly. Mirrors. Weight. Enthusiasm. Singing. Dancing. Big Toe. Matching. Crocs. Family Devos. Blond Eyebrows. Brother. Teammate/Partner in Crime.
Love you kiddo! Keep siding with me against Andy and Abby, and life will stay happy. I might even buy you chocolate, and cease bossing you every second of the day. But that’s only a maybe – no promises.