Not my husband- although he is very handsome. Today is Alex’s birthday, and he is 12. I can’t believe that my sweet boy is 12, with the occasional bouts of tween ‘tude and the odd man smells that he now produces.
It seems like yesterday that I found out I was pregnant. It seems like it was a blink of an eye when he looked like this:
Look at that face. If you don’t feel even the tiniest impulse to pinch those widdle cheeks, than there is something wrong with you and we can’t be friends.
Now I get this handsome face to look at:
I still see traces of baby there, and every once in a while, he lets me pinch those cheeks.
And when I look at him I feel incredibly lucky. Yes, he has his challenges and can be challenging, but his heart is sweet and pure, his brain is fascinating, and he is a funny kid.
In short, he is the best son ever, and I love him so very much.
Happy Birthday Sweetie! I hope this is the 1st day of a wonderful year.