Yes Grandpa, he is wearing his socks pulled up all of the way in his sandals. I TRIED to get him to at least push them down and he was quite determined: "but I like them this way"*shudder* he is going to be an engineer.
Quite the difference from last year. I can't help noting to 
myself that the jeans in last year's photo are now torn and too short. 12 months. Much bigger boy. On my thought tangent I wonder when I'll be ready to let go. When do you stop being a parent? I don't think you do. From the moment a child is conceived/handed to you through the blessing of adoption, you are a parent until the day that you die. It made me think back to yesterday when I went to go see the new baby. Here is the new momma breastfeeding her precious new baby. And here is the momma of that new momma feeding her precious baby. I doesn't matter if that baby is someone's mom too. That nanny will always be a mom to her daughter too.
I'm glad for that you know. Mostly because I don't think that I ever *want* to stop being thier mom. I don't think that feelings of love this strong ever could be gone from me. I don't want them to be. I would have such a hole inside of me.
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