In just a few short hours (about 6 of them to be exact), my first born turns ten. 10. How did that happen? It feels like just yesterday, but also like a lifetime ago. Ten years ago tomorrow, I became a mother. And it will always be my greatest achievement.
Brandon, not a day goes by that I don’t look at you and think how lucky I am to be your mom. I know sometimes I get frustrated because we’re running late (what else is new?!), or you haven’t finished your homework, or you’re fighting with your brother, but before I know it, I’ll miss even that. Someday I’ll miss your commentary as you play video games, or that you always forget to hang up your towel when you take a shower. Or that more often than not you leave your lunch bag at school. In the blink of an eye, you won’t be 10 anymore, and I’ll wish you were. This age where you still let me wake you up with kisses, and you like to cuddle with me on the couch to watch TV. This time when you still sleep with a stuffed animal, and the most important things in your world are Mario Brothers and Legos.
Before I know it, all these moments will be in the past, and I will long for you to be 10 again. But right now, I’m savoring every second of this milestone, the day you hit “double digits”. Even decades from now, you’ll always be my baby boy, the perfect little thing that made me a mommy, and I will always be grateful for that amazing blessing.
Happy birthday, my sweet boy. I love you beyond words. May all your dreams come true, today and always.