My darling first child was born.
If you want to know what I was doing on that day all those years ago, just go to this link, and read all about it.
Somehow he has grown up to be the most handsome fabulous manchild ever seen. Almost as tall as me and lean as a whippet, he is smart, funny and oh-so-cool. On the cusp of becoming a whole new person, I wish so much that he could stay this age, frozen in time. When he enters high school in a few weeks, everything will change, and my baby will be all grown up.
I love that he can do a Hail Mary save to catch the puck in the goalposts like nobody else.
I love that he snuggles up with his mom on the couch and watches Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes.
I love that he is a Wii wizard of fearsome repute.
I love that he is the family engineer who we all depend on to build and repair our machines.
I love that he can cradle his baby brother to sleep.
I love that he has the confidence and natural grace to toss a football with the older bigger guys at his new high school.
I love that he can cry if he needs to and laugh everyday just because.
I birthed him, I raised him, I worship him.
Happy Birthday Kaz. Happy Birthday.