this was the first halloween rhyan decided he didn’t want to dress up, because he felt he was just too old. [read: it’s no longer cool, but definitely a phase]
since he was little, halloween has always been a tradition shared with his dad, who took him to their usual spots for trick-or-treating & i went out with friends to enjoy the night on my own.
so while he was away last night i took it upon myself to dig up some pictures of halloweens past. while i found a bunch of photos with him in his costumes over the years, i also came across this beautiful photo and couldn’t stop gazing.
it amazes me how much he’s changed since this was taken, how much i’ve changed since it was taken. as i watch friends around me have babies, watch their little ones grow over weeks and months … this photo takes me right back to when i was a new mom. a nineteen year old mom with an adorable blue eyed/blonde haired boy who relied on me for everything.
now that he’s almost twelve he relies on me for very little, and while i embrace him growing up & being independent — i long for those days when i could hold him in my arms for hours, breathing in the scent of my beautiful baby boy.