It's a happy day today at our household. Mixed with a little melancholy for mom. Today my baby boy is turning 15. Fifteen!
I can't say out loud he's a baby boy anymore. He's gone from a shy, little boy hanging fiercely onto my hand, and sometimes my leg, in new situations to a wonderfully polite young man. He's gone from a little boy who loved "The Lion King" and all things related, to a young man who loves "Lord of the Rings" and "Star Wars". He's gone from a little boy who I had to pick up to hug to a young man who is now taller than me and the picking up I do is in my
HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SON! YOU'RE A WONDERFUL YOUNG MAN AND WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU IN EVERYWAY! And I'll still call you my baby boy in my heart.