The taste of a happy childhood

The taste of a happy childhood

My son pulled his shirt on for school this morning, and I was shocked to see exposed wrists and a bare strip of belly — his shirt was suddenly too small. He has another loose tooth, he doesn’t need his step stool to reach the bathroom sink anymore, and he can climb up into his lofted bed with one step instead of three. He is beginning to skate ski now, is reading and writing, and likes to be quizzed on his multiplication tables on long car rides…