Tonight our house is quiet because you and your older brother went to cousin Quinn’s house for a much wanted sleep over.  I miss your little voice tonight asking me, “Mommy, can you get me a drink?” 50 times in one night.  Really, you might not be that big on food, but you love, love, love a good beverage.

Earlier in the day, I happened to have my camera up in the front seat with me and captured a picture of you and your brother cracking each other up in the back seat.  You just looked so grown up to me in that rear view mirror.  Sometimes when I look in the rear view mirror and spot you,  I almost expect to see that cute lil 2 year old Liam sitting back there staring at me with those dinner plate eyes.  Sometimes I feel like my breath is being taken away and think “when did you get so big?”  Sometimes I get sad that before I know it you might be driving and looking at me in that rear view mirror wondering, “When did Mom get so old?”

Then I snap back into reality and remember I decided am not going to get old.