Wow. This is a hard one to write and I'm not sure why. My first son turns 18 today. There are so many emotions wrapped up in that sentence, I don't think there are words to adequately describe what I'm feeling. I at once feel both older than I really am and not nearly at the point in my life that I should be able to say I have an adult son.
We were less than two years older than Alexx is now when we had him, and it really doesn't seem like that long ago. Alexx says he enjoys having young parents. We'll see if he still feels that way when he goes out to leave for school in the morning:
He hates anything that calls attention to him, so I wouldn't be surprised if he opted to be late for school in order to try and wash it off. We just couldn't resist. We have a few other things in store for him, as well. We're so wicked!
Hey - this is what you get when you've got parents who aren't much more mature than you are.
Happy Birthday, my son!
To be continued ...