I can't believe my baby is 16 years old. When did he grow up? It really seems like yesterday when he was lining his books up in his bedroom, or the Tupperware containers in the kitchen, and crawling around the living room and stopping to pick the fuzz from between his toes, coming by to help with his baby brother, and next baby brother, and wanting to hold his new baby sister, wanting to learn to read, learning sign language, wanting to go to school ...
Now he's taller than I am, can cook, do laundry, and teaches himself in school on a daily basis. He amazes me with his athleticism in dance and drive to do his best in school, band, and dance.
I miss him being little, sitting next to me, reading to him his favorite stories, over and over. All the Froggy flip open board books, which I ended up memorizing.
I miss his little giggly face, which has become such a handsome big, beautiful smile.
I love you, honey, very much, and I am so VERY proud of you.
Happy Birthday, sweetheart. I wish you many blessings and that God smiles down on you the rest of your life.
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