i almost can’t wrap my mind around the fact that my calm, sweet-spirited little vbac baby is 11. he’s still sweet, but the calm is long gone. he’s full of nonstop energy. he’s inquisitive with an amazingly clever mind. he has an ear for music, and although he still doesn’t believe it, he’s an artist.
he has also dealt with some incredibly difficult stuff this year and he hasn’t complained or whined about any of it. not one single time. i know he definitely didn’t get that from me. he’s got a quiet bravery that i admire so much. and a sense of adventure that doesn’t quit.
he’s silly and a total goofball, and i can’t imagine life without him.
i think 11 is going to be absolutely wonderful, and i’m so thankful to be part of it.