Today is my sons thirteenth birthday. He is thirteen years old. Crazy.
Being his dad has been quite the adventure. Everything from figuring out how in the hell to be a dad in the first place, to reading The Hobbit at bedtime and doing all the voices, to telling him his grandfather – his best friend – had passed away three days after his 8th birthday. He has, through it all, been a little Buddha. And I am so incredibly proud of the young man he has become.
Based on the reaction (or overreaction) to some of my posts I have decided to not share too many personal things, especially in regards to my son. I just wanted to mark this day and celebrate him for the amazing young man he is and always has been.
Happy Birthday Monkey.