It can’t be. Today my oldest son is 20. TWENTY.
There must be a mistake. I only have to close my eyes and I can see him lying next to me in my bed. So tiny, so new.
When I open my eyes again he is standing there 6’1″ tall….he looks like a man. But it is too soon.
It was only yesterday that he was dragging Woody (with “Jacob” written on the bottom of one boot) everywhere with him. I’d find Jacob asleep where he played…such a tired little boy. He was always his own person. He never felt the pull of peer pressure.
He was just a happy, simple kid. He loved Legos, drawing and figuring things out. He was always compliant and glad to do whatever I asked.
He would forget to take out the trash every.single.day.
This is how his brothers and sisters see him now….
It can’t be.