(photo taken in Myrtle Beach a little over a month ago)
Yesterday my firstborn turned thirteen. Unlike most kids his age, he isn’t too keen on taking on teenager status. I heard him telling my mom on the phone that just like his dad pretends to turn 27 every year, he’s just going to keep turning twelve. He is after all the child who wrote this poem when he was nine years old. I’ve had all sorts of sentimental thoughts running through my mind lately as I can’t help but think about these past thirteen years of being a mom, and how they have changed me. I know Seth would appreciate my keeping them to myself as they relate to him though!
I’ll write more about his birthday specifics soon. I’ve been meaning to share some of his current interests here. He keeps us busy. Right now, I am too worn out from the past few days! (two birthdays, a baseball tournament, and Jonny working around the clock.)