Let me just say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
You're 13! An actual, real life TEENAGER!!!!!
Holy crap. How did we get here so soon? Shouldn't this have taken a bit longer? I'm not THAT old, am I?
It seems like only yesterday you decided to show up a few weeks early and completely change the way I looked at the world.
You were the first boy I ever loved (thankfully, you loved me back). You were the boy that made me a mom. You might not realize how special that is in our day to day life but trust me, it is.
I remember bringing you home from the hospital, you were so little I thought. I remember the first time you ever ate a lemon. I remember potty training, your first day of kindergarten. I remember sitting on you to pull out teeth that were hanging by "threads", but you insisted needed to stay in. I remember wincing every time you fell off your bike. I remember the first time I let you walk to a friend's. I remember when you started middle school. I actually remember when you liked your sister!!!!!
I remember all the times you've held my hand and how you always seemed to do it right when I needed it.
Whether you see it now or not, there are so many times that you saved me from myself. In your small little body encompassed one of the only lights that was ever bright enough for me to see when I was in a tunnel of darkness. Even when we argue until we're blue, hear me when I say, my life would not be what it is without you.
I know it's not an easy thing to do when we've spent so long with it being just us but thank you for allowing Taylor to step in. Thank you for loving him and letting him love you. Thank you for allowing me to love you both.
Thank you for not being a picky eater and sleeping all night. Thank you for allowing me to grow up while raising you. Thank you for never holding the stupid things I do or my bad attitude against me. Thank you for being my learning curve. Thank you for making me a mom.
Happy 13th Birthday, you handsome little boy, you. I love you big.
-Mom
