Some days I look at Alex and I’m shocked.

How is he so big? When did he get so tall? Are his fingers really that long?

He’s outgrown the clothes I bought him at the beginning of the school year. His pants are all hilariously short, and his long sleeved shirts aren’t so long-sleeved. He didn’t tell me, of course, but his shoes? Are crushing his not-so-little toes.

Taller, longer, leaner, and so independent.

And quite the goofball.