Yesterday, we had a quasi birthday party for my now 10 year old son. His birthday was Saturday, but he was on a Scout camping trip so we waited until Sunday for grilled hamburgers, banana cake with cream cheese frosting, homemade ice cream, and presents. He was exhausted after a weekend of camping and late nights with a bunch of boys and was not up for celebrating or anything other than sleep, but my parents and my sister and her children were already on the way over before we could think of canceling. He smiled and was polite. He played with the children and waited until everyone was gone to collapse.
Time flies! Not long ago, he wouldn't have gone camping without me and he couldn't have been pleasant when he was so exhausted. I cannot believe a decade has passed since he was born. I remember it like it was yesterday. Though he is taller, has more self control, and is more independent, I still think of him as my baby. When I think decade, that sounds like a long time. I know he is still just a little boy, but time seems to be moving faster than I would like.