Thursday, May 5, 2011

Cinco De Mayo

How ironic is it that taco-loving boy was born on Cinco de Mayo? Can't believe he is now 16! Sometimes he walks thru the door and I have to do a double take, he is not that preemie I held in my arms and couldn't put down in fear he would stop breathing. Now he is learning to drive, he is taller than I am, and he is dating a really sweet girl. (And her family is so nice.)



Sometimes I picture him as this. . . .


And then see him as this.





I am so proud of him.





Happy Birthday Son!