Where did my baby go?
...and I don’t mean Ty. Because that is a question I won't know the answer to for as long as I live. I mean... really… where is he? I believe in a beautiful place but I don’t understand what that means, what it looks like or where he is exactly. None of us do -- no matter how confident we are in our faith. No, I mean my baby. My Gavin. What the hell just happened? When did he get so tall? How is it that he is finished with kindergarten already? Off to the first grade soon!?! On the first day of school he was such a baby. With his oversized backpack and new sneakers that were one size too big for growing into. Today, it became obvious that my baby is long gone and far away. He speaks perfectly. That adorable speech delay has vanished completely and he hasn’t asked to watch Paw Patrol in so long I can’t even remember. He watches big kid movies and he thinks Sharknado is hilarious. Speaking of "hilarious," he uses that word all the time, in perf