Happy Birthday to my baby

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.