My Davey

I have survived nearly a year of being the mother of a teenager. And tomorrow I get to start the journey of being the mother of more than one teenager. I will say, however, that this dude has already given me a taste of his teen attitude. He and I clash on humor and school and clothing. But, I know that somewhere in there is the little guy who came to us all those years ago.

I used to get teased that he never had to walk anywhere because I would happily carry him and he was happy to be carried.

He has always been quick to smile and laugh and, even though he won’t admit it, cuddle.

He is the favorite sibling of all of our other kids. He is just a nice kid (when he’s not around me! Ha!).

Happy Birthday to my David!