Thursday, May 26, 2011

Birthday and Day-Before-Braces Celebration

 Okay, so I might embarrass him, but I'm going to reminisce about this "kid".

I was fortunate to be able to be there when he was born.  So I've watched him grow up.  I used to tickle him silly.  I used to chase him around his house.  I used to arm wrestle him.  (The last time I did that was, well, the LAST time, as I knew the next time I'd be toast.)

But now?  This is no longer a little boy!  (Cue to wipe tears from my eyes.)  This is a teenager with a suddenly deep voice and big hands and six more inches in height than he had six months ago.

 Nay, this is a young man who no longer makes faces at me when his mom asks me to take his picture.  Sakes alive!  He flat-out cooperated during the 5-minute photo shoot! 

The next day he was getting braces put on those pearly whites, so there's the appliance-free smile for the last time in at least some time.


You'll always be a special kid to me, no matter how big you get.  And maybe I'll give you the privilege of smashing me in arm wrestling yet.  ;)  Love you!


  1. The subject involved is opposed to being called "kid" (He wanted me to pass that along to you.) I, on the other hand, still think of him as a kid and always will (OK, within reason). You got some great shots. Thanks a million sis!

  2. Oh, dear! You don't say! I must be getting plain OLD, then! Tickle him for me, okay? ;)