Luke's First Lost Tooth

It took Luke a long time to get any teeth when he was just a wee little one...I mean a looooooooong time.

Luke is 1 years old here! He had the cutest toothless grin!

Every time he would have the sniffles or be grouchy we would think, "He's finally teething!" But to no avail...it never resulted in any tiny white razor breaking through the surface of his gums. Ok, he did FINALLY get teeth -but you get the picture.

Fast forward 7 years. All the other 6-7 year old kids he knew were losing teeth...but his teeth wouldn't budge.

Last week we noticed he finally had a bottom tooth that was loose.

He was so excited!

And a little nervous.

He's a very cautious child...and a bit squeamish - so even though he was relishing in finally having a loose tooth...he wanted to make sure no one was going to actually pull it out. Honestly, I was expecting the tooth itself would have to jump out of his mouth before it actually got pulled out.

As fate would have it though, as he settled into bed, somehow he bumped his mouth with the blanket and Wallaaa! The tooth came out! He searched around in bed to find it and bounded down the stairs.

"You'll never believe what just happened?!" He asked incredulously.

"What?" I asked.

"This!" he exclaimed while holding out his little white razor tooth.

Of course we were so excited and proud of him! We had to take pictures and congratulate him.

We put the tooth in an envelope and he placed it under his pillow.

The next day, he was happy to find a treat under his pillow. He told me, "I feel older now that I've lost a tooth."

I smiled at his words - so proud of him - but ached a little in my heart because of the truth in his words. He IS older...time has flown by since that warm June day 7 years ago when he was born...

 I sure wish time would slow down a little.