Isaac had a Physical Therapy appointment for his previously-dislocated shoulder this afternoon, so I picked him up from school a bit early and off we went.
I sat and crocheted and listened as he huffed and chuffed his way through the prescribed strengthening exercises. When he was finished, we made a quick pit stop at Target.
It still amazes me that this kid --our one-time chunky monkey who tipped the scales at 20 pounds plus at six months of age-- is this beanpole who is markedly taller than me.
Growth can certainly be hard to accept at times (like the growth of my girth), but the right kind of growth... that's a blessing.
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