My boys are growing quickly, but every so often I get a glimpse of their lingering babyhood, like Jack’s bobble head.
He is the smallest in his class, and we live in a Hispanic population where short is normal. Yesterday his class filed into chapel after the kindergarteners, and I wondered how in the world he would grow big enough to be one next year.
But he will. He will grow.
I am reminded of my favorite quote from Rousseau:
The days are long, but the years are short.
And so is Jack, for now.