I blink and a moment is gone, a day, a week, another year.
My first, my boy…. my little chubby cheeked rebel has somehow turned into a gangly 15 year old teenager.
How did that happen? I look at him and see his childish smiling face, until I adjust the focus and bring into view the man he’s becoming.
This boy of mine, he makes me proud to call myself mom. This thoughtful, know it all, smart (in both brains and back talking), all rough edges with some soft spots hidden in the middle kid who breaks my heart every inch he grows taller.
Happy Birthday Kid!
You’re gonna go places!