Nine. Years. Old. 

Nine rambunctious, fun, educational, scream-worthy, cosplay-dressing, song-belting, freak-dancing, Mario-Kart-racing, bike-riding, hair-pulling, LEGO-building, movie-watching, toy-playing, photo-taking, apple-picking, tennis-ball-swatting, pool-splashing years. 

I wouldn’t change them for the world, little man.

Momma and I love you more than you will ever understand.

Nine. Where does the time go?