Sometime in the past couple of months The Teenager grew about 6 inches and blew past me in height. Now I'm the shortest one in the family, except for Olivia and Henry.
Practically overnight I had to start shopping in the men's department for him. Now I have to know his neck size when I buy him a white shirt.
His heart is tender, his mind is sharp and he's my hero...and not just my guitar hero either!
Am I surprised that he chose to wear this T-shirt on his birthday...no not at all! Like all of us, he misses her every day...but he especially misses his big sister on the special days.
Wow we really miss her humor!
OK...so he's not all mine! Happy Birthday Son...Brother...Friend...Grandson...Chick Magnet...Uncle Chet!
I just love ya!
