...but there's a man living in the room where my little boy used to sleep.
Not that it's a bad thing. Things grow, including things that eat an entire frozen pizza in one sitting as an appetizer. Things that can borrow my clothes. Things that can run a 5K and still smile like this at the end.
Nothin' wrong with growing up. It just hits me in odd moments, like trying to catch a medicine ball (one of the 6 kilo ones) and missing it and taking it full-on in the chest, crushing my solar plexus and removing my ability to breathe. But I recover, mostly. Like Gandalf said, "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." I'm trying to maximize it before he's off into the world.