mister henry. growing up so fast. why do kids have to grow up so darn fast?
last weekend, henry and i went out on a date, just me and him. it had been a while, and it was so nice to be out alone, just with him. no interruptions. no holding of that thought mister henry while i tend to your sister. just a nice one on one, concentrated time with a boy i adore.
we went to see where the wild things are. we crunched popcorn and ate goobers and shared a coke and smiled at each other in the dark. we loved the movie. at one point, when max first arrives at the wild things, henry turned to me and said, "this is kinda scary!" and i said, "i know!!!" and there were other moments where i felt like i might cry. that whole don't go, i could eat you up i love you so business was a little too much. it's exactly how i feel.
our date was perfect. and it was all i could do to not reach over and hold his hand. or scoop him up and snuggle him in my lap. he would have been ok with that, i think. at least the hand holding part. he probably would have looked at me weirdly if i asked him to sit in my lap, what with the small movie theater seats and all. and sometimes (a lot lately) i look at him, and it's like a punch in the gut- he's growing up so fast. he is such a young man. where did the time go? and wow, we need to make more time for these dates. but then i realize that even though he is tall (so tall) and stands as high as my shoulder (my shoulder!) and even though i am beginning to confuse his shirts with his dad's when i fold the laundry, he is still my little boy.
my little baby henry.
