Today my baby turns 10. Now I'm fully aware that he's not my youngest child. But he was for 7 years until his little sister was born. He was, and still is, my blond, blue-eyed baby. Absolutely adorable and charming and funny before he should have been. Seriously. The kid has made me laugh everyday for the last 10 years. Sometimes by trying and sometimes totally by hilarious accident. He's smart, too. He has to work hard at school to overcome a major case of butterfly chasing,* but he gets great grades and remembers things better than I. Especially if he's interested in it. And frankly, I don't find multiplying fractions all that interesting either. It's hard to believe that I've been his mom for 10 years. This child who make his daddy and I look at each other and ask "where did this kid come from?" This child who can drive me to drink, or at least could if I drank. This kid who positively can melt my heart with a smile. He's something else, I tell ya. And I love him all to pieces.
Happy, happy, happy birthday, Adam!
*Butterfly chasing is when you are supposed to be going one way but see a butterfly and chase it in another direction. In other words, he's easily distracted by, well, pretty much anything.