Such a small boy.
But put on that bicycle helmet and, all of the sudden, years have passed and he is no longer my small boy, but a big kid.
On a big boy bike.
Riding down the sidewalk.
And talking my head off as we go. Both of us loving every minute.
Beautiful, bittersweet moments as he grows up before my eyes.
But not too fast. He still needs my help to get back up the hill.
What caused you to stop and smile this week?