Growing up is optional

You came into this world two days before my first official Mother's Day.

And you weighed a whopping 8 pounds 15 ounces. No wonder I couldn't fit into some of my maternity clothes and I hope never to wear a jumper again.



I started feeding you cereal when you were about 6 weeks old. It made you happy. And it made me happy because you began to sleep a little better.





Early on, you became fascinated by how things work which probably explains why we all call you for technical advice.

I've always loved your smile because it lights up your whole face and I still remember the first of your gassy smiles.



Throughout every stage of your life, you've remained kind and considerate. You've always taken it upon yourself to look after me.

I didn't ask you to become the man of the house. You just did it on your own.

You are a caregiver by nature.



















Happy Birthday, Mr. Funny! I've enjoyed every one of your 19 years.