At 7:45 PM fourteen years ago, this boy arrived:
Of course, he was much smaller then. He was an adorable little peanut and he's still an adorable peanut - just a bigger one.
Throughout the years, he's brought me more joy than I could ask for and a whole lot of laughs, like . . .
. . . shouting across the mall at Christmas time, "Look, Mommy, Canna Sauce!"
. . . driving past the Milford green right after Thanksgiving, seeing the white lights decorating all of the trees, and whispering, "Look what Mommy did."
. . . kneeling on the floor of his bedroom angrily throwing all of his Matchbox cars and Hot Wheels and mumbling under his breath, "F*&#ing cars."
. . . years later, coming home from first grade asking me what the "F" word was. "Is it fudge? Fib?"
. . . and asking me just the other day, "Can a person as old as you go out and still call it a date?"
I could go on forever. I love this boy and I wish him a long life full of funnies.