This morning my oldest 'baby' turned 15. I've been excited for his birthday as I always am for all 3 of my boys. I'm not one to get sad that they're growing up. Nostalgic maybe but never sad - always excited.
This morning he opened his gifts, is playing with his brothers, DH started working on breakfast, and WHAM! I started crying & can't seem to stop.
I'm in my room typing this now, trying to calm down, but WTHeck??? Why am I bawling over him getting older? This just isn't like me.
Anyway, happy 15th birthday baby boy..,the pics above were taken on his 1st & 15th birthdays.