It was unseasonably warm and with the time change it wasn't yet dark.
So we puttered around the neighborhood and let the dog run in the field at the end of our street.
As we were heading home, Kyler was walking next to me.
And as I turned to say something to him, it hit me.
I was looking up at him.
I knew it was coming... He's been trying to convince me that he's taller for months. But when we stood back to back, I was always still taller.
Now, I'm not short. At 5'9", I probably got to put this off for longer than most moms. But dang, he's tall.
Of course I had to ask him, "What happened to my baby?"
"I'm not a baby anymore, Mom"