I’m feeling vintage today. [aka old.]

My first born son turned 14 last week.  14.  Fourteen.

14 amazing years with this amazing young man. 

We dined on pizza and icecream cake.  He opened 14 little gift boxes.

That night, with tears of joy and sadness, I poured over his old photo albums and scrapbooks.

  I miss that little boy.  I miss that baby.  I love the young man he has become.  

Thank you for making this world a better place my son.

 “I love you all the way to GOD and back.”