Jeb’s growing seven year old body takes on new Kermit-the-Frog dimensions.  He’s suddenly sprouted to three-fourths leg and one-quarter upper body.  He strides through the house on a mission, folding his laundry on his bed as he packs his own overnight bag.  It’s in the way he wears his jeans. How he opens doors with refined gestures.  The subtle air of his mannerisms whisper of an all-too-soon-to-come age of double digits.

As my eyes follow him across the room, I wish that I could look beside me and share these observations.  That someone would be here to smile and nod, say they see these changes too.  All these details between the milestones, they fall only on my eyes.

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