My son's going to be officially a whole decade old come next Monday. Because of Pop's cancer treatments schedule, though, we bumped up the birthday party a few days:
Handsome lil' guy, ain't he? I've always told him that he was the cutest little boy I ever saw in my whole life. Hey, I'm honest. And it's true. From the moment I laid eyes on that baby boy, I knew I was smitten beyond help.
And he managed to blow out every candle in one breath:
Poof!! Nothin' wrong with THOSE lungs.
Here's the obligatory YoHo photo. Please understand -- I have just spent all day engaged in my favorite pastime: inservice meetings. Then I spent several hours working in my classroom. All of this occurred from eight AM until I left school at 7:30PM. I look like I've been chewed up and spit out. But I can still smile, because my kid's TEN YEARS OLD (almost):
Like I said, it's been a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad hair day for me.
But it ain't about me.
MY BABY IS TEN.
MY BABY BOY.
This kinda hits me hard.