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!

2 comments:

  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!

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

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