Last weekend #1 turned 16. It is a little bit shocking, especially when I have such good friends who have recently sent me messages with lovely reminders of the sweet things he used to do when he was little. It is amazing how many things I have forgotten - memories that seem so long ago.
He was, of course, my first. He has been the first everything since then when it comes to children. And let me tell you, he could not be a better first - honestly. He is what every parent dreams of when they imagine what their son would be like. He is kind, he is courteous. He is friendly - quick to smile. He is so mature that there are times I wonder if he is really mine... He has such an incredible sense of self, of self-esteem, of what he believes. He has wonderful friends, true friends, good friends. They are great kids and such fun to have around.
He is quick to help when I need it, wonderful (most of the time...) with his brothers, a hard worker. His loyalty runs deep - he doesn't fake his feelings - if he is your friend, he truly is your friend. He is incredibly responsible, reliable, and dependable. I feel incredibly blessed that he is a part of this family.
He had some friends over for the night - some of those really fabulous boys. They ate, they had a bon fire, they ate again. We had stocked up on all of the junk food that #1 likes best. We ordered pizza. We picked up ice cream cake (his favorite). We had s'more fixins. I am sure they were up terribly late - I certainly wasn't awake to see for myself... The next morning we had a big farm house breakfast before they left. It was such fun~
You know, I wouldn't go back to 16 for anything, but it is fun to be a part of it with him.
