The Boy turns 12 today.
My husband jokes that this is the last year I will be able to call him the boy. For me the last of something carries a heavier weight than the beginning of something. Maybe because we are always beginning? Once a chapter closes all you have left are the memories.
There is so much more in my heart today but that is for me+him.
Happy Birthday to the boy who made me a Mama. Cheers to a dozen years of parenthood.