In the quiet of the upstairs hallway this week, the family going through our morning routines, Primo came upstairs to say Hi. I was freshly dressed, putting on makeup in the bathroom, getting my hair in some proximity of rightness. He stood in the hallway, wearing his size 13 shoes for the first time. It was the last hot day of a long hot spell; we were looking forward to wearing pants and sweaters after a rainy day.
I asked him how the shoes felt. He said they were a little tight. I looked down at those big feet of his, and assured him that he'd find the shoes comfortable pretty soon. He sighed and shifted his weight.
I then realized that, as he was facing me, his nose was above mine.
For the first time, in his shoes, this boy is taller than me. I told him this, and we and laughed a little. I hugged him tight and kissed his cheek, telling him I love him.
There is only one moment like this in our lives.