Today my little guy turned 13. Wowza! I'm in awe of my little spook. I've never known anyone to be so comfortable in their skin. His cup is consistently way more than half full. And, well, I absolutely love and adore him. Lucky, lucky, lucky me, lucky us.
We just got home from three hours of trick-or-treating. My little guy was an awesome football clown (think rodeo clown on a football field) and I rocked it as Pippi Longstocking, totally my childhood idol. We're exhausted and utterly and completely blissed out.
Happy birthday, little dude! Thanks for choosing me to be your mom! You are so incredibly loved!