Happy Birthday, my boy!
I am having a hard time believing that this baby, my first born, my sweet love bug, turned sixteen today.
Sixteen years ago my brain was full of thoughts of breastfeeding, and diaper changing, and hoping to get some sleep, and not much else!
Now, my thoughts are so much more wide-ranging. When will he want to get his learners permit to drive, when will his friend’s start to drive (even scarier). Pride in his excelling in school. Pride at his playing the guitar, being part of two bands, playing in front of an audience! Pride that he is a wonderful young man. Oh, and, wondering, why do these colleges insist on sending my child brochures? Please, don’t remind his mama that he will graduate in two years. He’s still my first born baby, my joy, my love bug.