Today is Sam's birthday. I know the calendar says it has been thirteen years but it really feels like a matter of moments. I blinked and we went from newborn to playdates and sippy cups then on to preschool and playgrounds. We passed quickly through elementary school then sleep away camp. Now we have arrived at the teenage years.
Happy Birthday, Sam. Honestly, I thought at each stage (well, almost) that I couldn't love you more. Little did I know that each age and time in life holds something special. It has been a joy to watch you grow and get to know you better each passing year. I am happy to be your mom and look forward to continuing this amazing journey with you. Love, Mom
PS. If you are getting this as an e-mail, please indulge me and take a minute to look at the images.