A Phone Number

My Little E turned 6 last week. He has been in my life for about a year, and I cannot express the roller coaster of emotion that year has been. I want things for him as much as I would want for my own child. His hugs mean everything to me. Watching him grow up has been absolutely incredible. 

It seems that he has finally grown out of some of his attachment issues, and he has worked himself into becoming a happy little kid. The idiosyncrasies that caused concern at one point seem to have gone away on their own with some stability and a whole lotta love. He started a new school, and he was EXCITED about it. On the first day, he ran into his class before his mother could even get a picture. This is not the same scared and anxious child as last year. I am so proud of him.

THEN there's this girl who sits at his table. THEN they started walking to class together. THEN they walked out of school together.

THEN

She gave him her phone number.

On a Post-It.

Labeled "Fone". 

OMGITSSOCUTEICOULDDIE. 

THEN he very proudly showed his mother. THEN he turned red when she asked it she was his girlfriend. 

THEN I KEELED OVER FROM THE CUTENESS. 

Sigh.

As always, it's hip to be square, kids.