Hey, Nineteen

THIS BABY?

The one who HATED how grass felt on his feet that first spring?

The one who used to chew on my dirty shoe laces whenever he could?

IS NINETEEN TODAY.

Despite a babyhood that left Jim and me wondering if we’d survive parenting him (the aversion to grass, the shoe lace-chewing, oh, and the fact that he cried for most of his first year if he wasn’t in the same personal space with me), THIS KID has grown into such a wonderful human being, way beyond our expectations (which, admittedly, were still pretty high even after that first year) and still pleasantly surprises us on a regular basis.

I am beyond proud to be his mom. Watching him grow and learn and just generally exhibit that he’s the fine, upstanding citizen we raised him to be is more amazing than I ever could have imagined. I can’t wait to see what the upcoming year brings.

Happy 19th birthday, D! I love you!

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