Happy Birthday, Older Son!
Yes, it's official: we have a teenager in the house again. Our oldest is 24, so it's been awhile. Hard to believe it's been thirteen years since my baby was born. Well, until I look at his size 11 shoes by the door. Then it's hard to remember those tiny preemie feet that were too little for the baby socks I had for him.
And that is his birthday present he's holding--are you surprised that it's a Kindle? He's declared it "the best birthday present EVER!" He's definitely my kid.