2014

The year Gavin started making his own peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. He is very proud of himself.

Twenty Fourteen, the year I noticed that Gavin stopped crying immediately or sometimes at all after hurting himself - unless there's blood or if he's really tired. 

This is also the year we felt comfortable letting him walk to his friend Luke's house up the street. It's cute to see he and his neighborhood buddies walking together to each others' houses.

Many times I sit or stand on the front porch and watch them, without them realizing.

This is the year I've noticed that Gavin needs his mommy a little bit less than before. I'm proud and catch my breath in a panic and sadness all at the same time.