My baby turns 12 today.
That means no more child’s rate for airline tickets or hotel rooms. That’s one year away from being a teenager. The next 12 months will be the last of his childhood. But he will always, always be my baby.
My erstwhile knitwear model. When he was younger, it was easier to just put the WIP on him and take a photo. These days, it takes a lot more convincing and sometimes bribery to get him to put something on, stay still for longer than 2 seconds so that I can take photos.
I still get hugs but only if I grab him and wrap him in my bingo arms and don’t let go. Otherwise he will run away and avoid getting a hug from mama. He still kisses me goodnight though. Pardon the awful photo, this was on his birthday last year.
I can’t wait to see him conquer the world. After a patchy start in life, he seems to have it together and a lot of it on his own too so I am proud of the young man he’s become. I love you, Pat. Happy birthday!