Then a redheaded, rolypoly little baby arrived and I quickly realized that I was a supreme moron. Because everything was different. But in a good way.
He is quite the athlete. Five home runs this season and top scorer on his winter basketball team. But most importantly, he is a kind boy. I have never seen him intentionally be cruel to another child - it would not even cross his mind. And good gracious is he a handsome kid. Right now he is anti-girl but I know eventually they are going to come knocking or texting or IM-ing or whatever the youngsters do these days. He is a natural leader but he does not use it yet. It is so funny to go places and hear, "Hi, C!" I hope that he grows into feeling more comfortable with it.
I have no idea what the future holds for him, but I don't worry so much. He is so curious about the world and loves to travel and go places and try new things, but he is steady - he is not a reckless kid. My boy is incredibly independent. And he is healthy and happy, which is all I ask for.
That is supposed to be a 10.
Happy Birthday, Son. I love you.