My baby boy is no longer a baby.
He no longer needs 5 nukies to fall asleep with.
The crib has long been gone.
No more banging his head into people he likes.
No more peeing on mama (on purpose) during diaper changes.
No more guessing what he is trying to say.
But he will always be my baby.
I love you my baby boy, and I am so proud to be your mama.
Happy Birthday, Ben!