Sunday, January 15, 2017


My Nico is seven, and seven feels like a big number. He is tall and lanky, and has lost all his baby features. He hasn't had a haircut in just over a year, by his request. Thank goodness for freckles across his nose and his gappy little kid smile, because he looks more like a teenager every day sometimes. He is a confident reader, and has recently developed a love for Magic Treehouse books, which he can read quietly to himself. He is mostly nice to his brother, though not always of course. He's still sensitive and a little bit quirky, but has definitely grown out of a bit of both. He's good company and gives great hugs. I'm so happy to be on this adventure with him, and would like it very much if the remaining years of his childhood would pass by very slowly.

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