Last night it happened. Nader(5) lost his first tooth.
There is something to a first like this. It is marking the beginning of the end. How could this be possible. How could he be growing so fast. First Kindergarten now his first tooth gone. Next thing you know he will be off on his mission then getting married.
They truly grow to fast. It hurt the heart a little. They get bigger. They start making their own choices. Then they leave you.
Do I sound like I am feeling sorry for myself? Maybe just a little. Its hard to watch them grow so fast. And of course he is my last. So this is my last First tooth.
I think all of these last, firsts are going to get to me. No way to set the clock back and hold the little baby one more time?
