Today my firstborn turns thirteen.
I am now in possession of a teenager. And I couldn't be prouder.
I don't know how this all happened so quickly but I am so grateful that this teenager is the same lovable, cuddly, funny, kind, weird, smart, talented, goofy, bossy, hard working, dramatic, analytical, silly, serious, odd, and sweet boy that he has always been. I look at this young man before me and I'm so thankful that he is the same person he was as a little bitty boy. He makes me laugh so hard. He tries so hard to be good. He works so hard to do well. He puts other's feelings above his own. He is an amazing young man. He brings me so much joy.
Joe has just about caught up to me in height. Soon, probably mere weeks, he will be taller than me. Yet he still wants to sit with me, give me hugs, and tell me about his day.
Happy Birthday, Joey! I am so proud of you and love you so much!