...and then he was nine

My precious little boy is 9. He says things to make me smile. He helps me with all my electronics. He is mellow. He doesn't care what other people think. He loves the library. He loves the coffee shop. He wants to have fun. He laughs - a lot. He laughs at me - a lot. He makes me laugh at myself - a lot. He loves to ride his bike. He helps his dad. He helps me. He adores his sisters and his brother-in-law and especially his niece. He loves his cousins and his grandparents and his aunts and uncles. He wants to eat peanut butter on everything. He plays the piano and now his new electric guitar. He is secure. He is strong. He is almost a second degree black belt. He loves baseball. He will try anything once. He will climb anything. He isn't afraid of failure. He will keep me young or will make me really old. I love him - that son of mine.