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.
