In case you haven't gotten the memo yet, Sam is now officially old. And big. And Amish. No, just kidding about that last one. He isn't actually Amish, but he is really big. 4th grade this year.
He now eats just about as much as I do on a regular basis, and sometimes wears my shirts. We could just about share shoes, if his feet weren't so stinky. He reads almost as fast as I do, and probably more.
He is as sweet and steady as always. He still hugs and kisses me at school and isn't afraid to wear braids on the playground. Sam is awesome.