Wasn't it just yesterday that we were celebrating his first birthday with "Pooh Bear" plates and cups and napkins. The poor baby boy fell asleep during his party. He had a terrible cold.
Now, he's teetering on the edge of double digits, heading ever closer to teendom.
It's a melancholic feeling...on one hand, happy to watch him grow up into a nice, young man...but hard to let him grow and spread his wings, knowing that this time will continue to go by so quickly...too quickly.
But, for today, we'll enjoy 9 and a half.
Sigh.
Happiest Half-Birthday, Edward Stuart!
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