Somewhere along the line, I blinked and my baby grew up.
I wish I could remember exactly when it happened.
Nevertheless, here we are, celebrating my youngest son’s last year as a teenager.
Big birthday wishes, sweet boy. And to borrow from the words of one the greatest one-hit wonders of all time, The Spiral Starecase, I love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow.
Many happy returns.