Corrie the Wonder Mutt was hanging out in her favorite spot, atop the couch in Eldest's mole hole. I came down to finish the laundry, but I couldn't resist petting my favorite baby. That is typically Eldest's cue to pause the latest gore on Xbox 360 and join in a pet fest.
"I can't believe I'm going to be 14 next week! 14!" he said.
Sniff, sniff. That's all I could manage.
"How old will Corrie be when I go to college?" he asked. "She'll be nine, right?"
"She'll still be my baby. My last baby," I said.
Sniff, sniff. Is what I added.
"Mom, let me give you some advice. You're always giving me advice. I've got some for you. 'It is how it is.' No, I'm not your baby, but I'm still me," he said. "And we'll still have lots of good times."
"And I'll always be able to see you as you were. And we'll just keep going forward."
"I love you, Mom," he said.
"I love you, too."