Evan on the day he was born. Really, seriously. This is his birth day. I'm not joking.Somehow, against all reason and logic and wheedling from me, my little man turned 9 years old today.
I can hardly believe that it's been almost 10 years that I have known him, loved him. Only ten? No, he's been in my heart forever. I have loved watching him grow and learn and become his own person every minute. He can be frustrating and annoying and irritatingly BOY but I wouldn't give him up for all the stars in the sky. He's goofy, funny, charming, loving, compassionate, athletic, gentle, sweet, pesky...and like no one else on earth.
He's my shaver.
I love you Evan! Happy birthday.