For the last few years on this day, I have breathed deeply wondering if it will be the last birthday of its kind. You know, the last birthday that my boy is still a boy. I was certain that as soon as we added the suffix teen that we all had entered a new season.
But today, I watched him smile at the sight of the streamers on his bedroom door and giddy to see what I got written on his cookie cake. He asked several times this afternoon how much longer until he could open presents. And, he requested the You Are Special plate for more than one meal.
At 14, his voice is sounding older and he can look me straight in the eye. But, at least on his birthday, he’s still just a boy happy to celebrate and be celebrated.
