Today my little man turns 10. I'm happy and sad at the same time.
I remember standing him up on his changing table when he was about 1 yr old. He put his one hand under my chin and the other on my cheek.
I remember taking him outside to play in the grass. He did not like the grass on his bare toes and he would pull his feet up every time her got close to it.
I remember taking his training wheels off and seeing how proud he was when could ride without them and the first time he climbed a tree.
He's such a little man now. He refuses to get in the car until he's held the door open for me and then closes it one I'm in.
If I could make one birthday wish for him it would be to not take anything his father says to heart.
Happy Birthday my little man. I love you with all my heart.
You're a good boy.