After many hours and all the necessary stuff (nice medical terms huh?) you were born at 2:40pm.
You weighed in at 8lbs 8 ounces and were 50 cm long. You were tiny and oh so perfect.
You looked even tinier in Daddy's strong arms.
The years went on and we learned from each other, growing and loving.
Through the adorable, mischievous, full-of-energy toddler years (that you have YET to grow out of), when all you needed was Mommy's kiss to make it all better,
the inquisitive pre-school years when everything you did was new and oh SO exciting,
to the try-my-patience, push-my-buttons and make-me-go-grey-early pre-teen years
...I have absolutely loved every second (ok not every second, those times you were sick and I worried myself sick, I could have done without), but most of it.
You are growing into such a loving, thoughtful, responsible young man and you make me proud.
The time has just flown by and I hope the next 13 slow down a bit, I don't want to miss a minute.
Happy Birthday to my one and only thirteen year old! :)