Nolan sat next to me at the table, his head cocked to one side as he looked at me. "How long have you known me?" he wanted to know.
Before I could answer, he added, "I think I was three or four when I met you."
How could I hold back a laugh? I grabbed his little face and pulled it close, kissing his cheek. And then I hugged him.
"I've known you your whole life, Nolan."
The first time I saw Nolan, his dad was walking out of the delivery room carrying him toward me and Nolan's paternal grandmother and grandfather. I've been in love with this little guy since before he was born, and though he is only 5-years-old, I feel as if I have known him forever.
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