And he’s literally the tall kid, now. He’s not only the taller of the two boys, but he’s taller than both parents. Dayum. But thirteen years old? How did that happen?
Here’s my very favorite picture of him—the one that sits next to my desk. The tall kid is, by nature, reserved and quiet and not particularly adventurous. But when he was almost seven we went to Florida and stopped by Daytona Beach. He’d never been in the ocean and I caught him pretending to “surf”. We rarely capture a spontaneous, open expression on him, so I treasure this shot.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go sob into my coffee cup.