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Sent the boy to fifth grade today. The house is quiet -- and it’s a different quiet. Not like he’s outside playing, or went on a trip up to the store with Dad, but that he’s gone for the day.

When did this all happen? When did he become this young man? A tween? Where is that gorgeous little bundle of warmth and yummy smells and perfect little fingers and toes...

{One Day Old ... 2/27/99}

I thought that this would last forever. I thought I wanted it to be over sooner than later. I was wrong on both accounts. He's my little man. He's my husband's Mini-Me. He's too much like me. He's perfect.

{Fifth Grader ... 8/27/09}