Today, my baby boy turns thirteen.
I would write a post about that, but I am having a hard time seeing due to the tears, er I mean, allergens currently making my eyes water.
He is wonderful and great and smart and handsome and goofy and annoying and brilliant and smart-alecky and sweet and caring and obtuse and suffers from selective hearing. But enough about him for now.
I need some more Kleenex.