My boy's a TEEN!!!

Thirteen years ago I was basking in the sunlight coming through the hospital room window. Right beside my bed was a bassinet with the cutest little newborn I had ever seen. Curls of bright orange colored hair atop his head....just like his daddy's. Even though I was 20 years old, I did not feel too young to be a new mom. I didn't know everything I needed to be prepared for parenting, but if I had been 25...30...35 years old I would have been just as naive.

I am feeling a little sad on this day. Not because my baby is turning 13, but because this is his first birthday that I will not see him or talk to him. I'm a big sap, I know. It's just a day right? I guess it's more than that to me. We'll be celebrating his birthday with him when he gets back from summer camp. I hope someone remembers to wish him a happy birthday today. We sent him a card which I'm sure he and his cabinmates will enjoy profusely. I should have taken a picture before we sent it, but this is what it said:

On the front is a picture of a squirrel holding 2 nuts up in the air.

On the inside: "This squirrel would give his left nut to make sure you have a happy birthday."


**teenage boy laughter ensues**