When you went to bed last night, you were a 9 year old boy. You probably dreamed about Star Wars, and maybe a little about that pretty girl in your class that you won’t admit you like. And really, I know those things won’t change overnight. You’ll be the same boy today that you were yesterday.
But I know you’re different. And slowly, a little bit every day, you’re growing up on me. I’m trying to resist the urge to kick my feet and cry, because I know it’s got to happen. But double digits??? That’s just not fair. You can’t be 10 years old yet. It happened too fast.
You’re smart & hilarious & kind & sensitive… and hey, a little infuriating sometimes, but that’s ok. Before too long, I’m sure I’ll miss your 10-year-old infuriating mannerisms when your teenager-ness starts taking over our house.
I’m not sure how long you’ll let me keep doing Birthday photo shoots of you, but I hope you always let me capture the milestones in your life this way.
Happy birthday, to our wonderful 10-year-old Jack. We love you, and we’re proud of you!