It’s embarrassing how long since my last post, but in an effort to be kinder to myself, I will instead choose to focus on the topic at hand; transitions.

The original impetus of starting this blog is graduating this year – this June(!) and we are rolling into final term fast.

We have sat for grad photos, we have a suit, we are booked on the grad boat cruise.  Convocation is a little over a month away, and it is all coming alarmingly fast. 

I have noticed a subtle shift: a gentle pulling away, with less details, less time together, and imcreasingly more time out of the house.  I am still blessed with keeping his counsel, however he is doing everything he is supposed to: relying less and less on me, and more and more on his own voice.  I am bursting with pride, watching the incredible human he is becoming, and so thrilled that he is absolutely flourishing.  I am so lucky.

These days are miles and miles away when you are up at 3 a.m., nodding off trying to nurse in a dark room: the two of you sharing the bond of midnight feedings that can never be broken.  I can’t imagine how tiny you used to be-my little peanut, swaddled into a tight little burrito.  I have to rely on photos and a few treasured baby clothes to remind me of how little you were when you started your journey.

And now, you are a hulking 6′: a body builder of no small stature, so far away from my little peanut.  You embody the physical and mental strength to greet this next phase of your life with confidence, and I couldn’t be prouder.

I look forward to this transition with pride, and a whole lot of love!