Guess who turns 15 this Saturday?
My biggest boy.
The same kid who used to be called "La-la".
The boy who wanted to marry me when he got big.
The one who used to profess his love of dinosaurs and paleontology to the world!
Until he wanted to be a secret agent.
Or a tennis player.
The same kid who wrote me this Mother's Day note:
(You probably can't read it. It says: Dear Mom, I love you. its Mother's day! I bet you forgot about my decorated beer bottle(?). Well its a mothers day present! And my favorite part, down at the bottom of the card: nose blood)
The kid who used to write me poems.
The teenager who (ok, I'll admit it) can beat me in ping-pong.
This boy is turning 15! Fifteen!
Next year, he'll be old enough to date. Hoo boy. I'm not ready for that.
He thinks he'll be able to drive, too, but the jury is still out on that one.
He is such a great sport.
I told him I wanted a shot of him without his braces, and he indulged me with this picture:
and then said, "Great. That's the one you're going to use on your blog, isn't it?"
Your wish is my command.
At least I didn't use that other picture you loved so much.
(By the time he gets home from scout camp and reads this, it will be Saturday and he will be 15. So...)
Happy Birthday, Coolister!