Friday, April 27, 2007
Another Birthday Boy
One week later and it’s now son # 3’s birthday — Sam is 20.
My “baby” is no longer a teenager.
(And this makes me feel that much older…)
I think you can almost tell by the picture that this is a third child.
Mom was a little more laissez-faire with the wardrobe.
Need a baseball hat, sweetie? Here, have this one.
A little large — doesn’t fit? Oh, well. Looks cute.
Your collar is twisted and your shirt stained? Looks good to last for one more day.
And, hey, buddy, it does say “STAR” on the shirt!
He was — and is — a star to me. Always will be.
Keep looking at the world with those big, blue, bright eyes, sweetie.
Happy Birthday, Sam!