Tonight while at N's group violin class, two of the moms commented on how tall N is getting.  I gave them a tight-lipped smile and nod as if to agree, but truthfully, I hadn't really noticed. 

I am positive that he's definitely grown, but it's just crazy that I actually don't notice it all that much unless I stop to really pay attention.  Of course, there's the small, subtle hints that he's growing like the fact that he needed a complete new jeans wardrobe (lucky kid), and the fact that many of his shorts now actually fit him like short-shorts or hot pants rather than the baggy, boyish cargo shorts they once were.

I just wonder what it will be like over the next ten years or so when he begins to inch up on me and (hopefully) pass me up in height.  How crazy it's going to feel to have my little N looking down at me, no longer able to jump into my arms (without breaking my back) so I can kiss and tickle him.  How I wish I could simply stop time.