I’m a teenager MOM!!!

So today is the Boy’s birthday…he’s fully in teenager mode.  He’s locking himself in his room for hours on end…he’s texting his buddies and God help me….the girls.

He’s shy about it.  He’s got a strange sense of humor.  I love to listen to him laugh.  And his smile lights me up.

He’s growing up too fast.  He needs to slow down.  I need to still be mommy…

Dear sweet Son…wait for me…

It wasn’t so long ago that he held my hand..he called me mommy.  He wasn’t embarrassed to hug me or give me a kiss on the cheek…

Now he’s taller than me.  His shoulders are broader and his voice will change soon…he still has that sweet baby face, but soon, that will change.

And he will still be my baby…

He’s the last child of mine…it’s been me, the Boy and the Daughter…seems like even from the beginning…no matter who came or went in our lives, it was us…and that was perfect.

The wife joined this family three years ago…and the bond that the wife and the Boy have is amazing…AMAZING…he’s proud that he’s grown taller than her…the smile he gets on his face around her is sweet…and she is ferocious about him…

The Boy…my biggest protector, try as he might to grow up…I catch him…checking to see if I am still there.  Still watching.

Yes, my son…I am right here.  I always will be.  Always have been.

Happy Birthday my sweet boy…I love you to the moon and stars…and back again.

Family Tree.

After spending the day with the wife and her family, listening to family stories and how everyone is related, it got me to thinking…

Who Am I?

So this morning, the wife (mostly) and I ordered a copy of my Padre’s birth certificate and decided to start this journey.  The journey of who I am and where I come from.  And just from the seach of genealogy websites, I found my grandfather…

And learned of many members of my family I never knew existed.

Now, I am not the type of person to take this stuff at face value or believe everything I read on the WorldWideWeb…so I am gonna keep digging.  With the wife, on our own…

I am me…part of something bigger.

I can’t wait.