I can't walk in your shoes

Today I realized that the only person in the family whose shoes are the same size as mine are Tobias's.  Everyone else's shoes are way too big for me.  Nope, I can't walk in their shoes any more.  Weird.  These days when Jonathan comes down the stairs and I'm in the kitchen, I can't tell for sure if it's Stuart or Jonathan, except Jonathan's steps are usually a little slower.  Mark is catching up with my height, and the kitchen is starting to feel smaller when we tend to gather in it.  The other day, Jonathan was talking about how everything seemed so much bigger when he was younger.  I feel the same way because he takes up a lot more space these days. Ha!  I really wonder what it's going to feel like if my three boys are men in their 20s and are hanging out in my kitchen.  The idea of that seems exciting, fun, and a little claustrophobic all at the same time.