How Far We've Come

Greyson this week had his first of several camps....basketball at BGA. He spent his afternoons dribbling and shooting and Quinn and I spent our afternoons running errands. I sneaked in on his final day to try to watch his pick-up game and snap a few shots, which, as you can tell were sad and pathetic.


He did well and even his coach remarked to me that he was good. But none of that really mattered to me. What mattered to me is that my little boy, who less than a year ago clung to my skirts for dear life when anything unfamiliar came his way, every morning ran into the gym without a care in the world and with a half hearted goodbye to me over his shoulder as he went.

We've come a long way.

And is it crazy that I now am sad that he doesn't even give me a hug goodbye anymore??