12/21/2025
Last night at Blossoms of Light, I could barely convince my son to take a picture with me.
Public hugs are officially off the table now — those are the rules 😅
We laughed about it as he tried to get his dad to take the photo as quickly as possible.
And honestly, I get it. He’s growing. He’s finding his edges. He’s becoming his own person.
I’m so grateful for the private hugs.
For the moments he still needs my comfort and quietly seeks it out.
For the ways connection changes, but doesn’t disappear.
He looks just like his dad — light hair, big blue eyes — and nothing like me.
When he was little and we were always together (those first six years when I was mostly home with him), people would stop us at the park and say,
“Why is he so gorgeous… are you his nanny?”
I still laugh about it when I tell stories about him.
Because the truth is, we were inseparable — two peas.
Looks aside, he was always my little sidekick.
he’s still my baby — and also very much his own person now.
Soaking up the light. Holding the moments. Even the awkward ones.