Today when I said (probably for the fourteenth time) "I can't believe my baby boy is going to be 10", he replied "Mom, I am NOT a BABY!" But he is. He always will be, to me. I can now understand why my grandmother treated my dad the way she did. He was her baby. Even when he was 50 years old, she still saw that tiny face she held for the first time. My baby is a basketball player, and loves to ride his bike. He loves Lego, and Spiderman, and Wii. He does not like homework, or reading, or cleaning his room. He is friendly and kind, and adores his little sister. He isn't happy about leaving his cousins and grandparents and friends to move to London, but he has been wonderful about looking on the bright side of moving. I could not be more proud of my precious boy. He is growing up, but he will always be my baby. And I am a very lucky Mom.