Oh sweet, sweet Seby.
Turning 11 and into a tween.
He is getting bulkier, taller, stinky-er.
Ugh.
He is growing up, but still he is my sweet boy and comes into the room saying "Oh, Mama, hugs, Mama hugs" and runs into my arms. For now.
He has 5 friends over right now for a sleepover and then paintball in the morning.
Slade said tonight "I don't know how many more of these birthdays I have left in me."
We love you Seby weby.
That's what I said about red-eyes, "I don't know how many I have left in me," so I don't do them any more.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, dear Seby. You've grown so much over the last year. Both in size AND maturity.
Keep up the good work!
love, papa
Thank you for the post, Michelle. And Happy Birthday Sebastian. SInce I don't get to see you, I love seeing pictures posted so I can see how you and your brothers are growing into fine young men.
ReplyDeleteI check every day.
Love,
Aunt Kathy