Yesterday he was ten.
Today he is eleven.
Yesterday I was a scared 19 year old kid and today I am a mother of two who is still pretty scared of messing them up, but no longer afraid of being his everything. In fact, I wish I could hold on to those moments a little bit longer.
Three years ago, we recorded the story of the day he was born. It’s one of the few things that hasn’t changed completely since then.
That, and my unconditional, bigger-than-life love for him.
Happy Birthday, Devin. I am so, so proud to be your mom.