It seems like just yesterday that I brought an adorable, serious little guy home from the hospital. In reality, he is now 12 years old, as of this afternoon. So hard to believe. So far from the serious little guy that we brought home from the hospital that he is almost as tall as I am. Sigh. Now, I’m the proud mother of a child just short of his teens…how did THAT happen?
I’m so proud of him. He is sweet, caring, thoughtful, and smart. He held the door for me at dinner tonight, asked me if I needed help with something I was carrying, and he’s funny to boot. We have our times when we but heads but overall, he’s a wonderful son.