Last night, when I went in to kiss Peter goodnight, he was already asleep. I guess the long weekend camping and the knowledge he had to be at school at 6:30 this morning for a field trip were too much for him. Normally he's still wide awake when I go to bed.
But tonight his eyes were closed in sleep and his mouth was parted ever so slightly. His leg had worked it's way out from under the covers and was laying halfway down the side of the bed.
It took me by surprise, the length of that leg and the size of that foot.
When did my baby get to be so long? So big? So old?
I don't know why it caught me off guard. It's been coming for years. Ever since he was born really.
I guess in the quiet it's more obvious. In the darkness it's more clear.
He's growing up.