Birthday Boy

Yesterday was Andy's birthday.  Charlie's mom called to wish him happy birthday and while I was talking to her she said, "Can you believe you are the mother of an 11-year-old?"  Nope, not really.  It's a strange sensation.  It seems like he's been with us forever, since the start, yet the last 11 years have flown by.  There are so many things that I swore I would never forget that are long from my memory and can only occasionally be brought to the forefront by someone asking me if I remember that one specific detail.  My memory stinks anyway, so even that doesn't work all the time.

I really wish I had known about blogging back then and had done it from the very start.  I would have been so vigilant with my first born and written down everything.  Stuff that now I say I'm going to write down but the day gets past me and I've been in the car so long that I can't even remember what was so funny.  I took a million pictures of him and everything was a new and amazing experience.  Kind of how it is for my friend, April from New Jersey, who is always so poetic about how much she loves her little boy.  I'm pretty sure I was like that once upon a time.

But now Andy is so big and we have less time left with him than we've had him.  He's really coming into his own and even though he still picks his nose and never ties his shoes I don't really get to tote him around and make all the decisions for him.  In fact most of the decisions I do make for him he fights.  But I love him anyway and am so proud of the amazing kid he has become.

I expect great things from him, and even if he doesn't deliver I know whatever he end up doing he's going to do it well.