Wednesday, September 05, 2007
This Sunday past, I awoke to breakfast in bed. No, it was not a donut and a cuppa Joe from the local Dunkin Donuts, The Hubs made coffee and made breakfast--a rather lovely omelet, actually. Truly, a banner day in itself. It marks, literally, the second time he has cooked since we started dating. No, really. Am still sorta looking around waiting to be let in on the truth of the matter.

A week ago Monday, The Prodigy turned Fourteen. FOURTEEN. This is where most bloggerly types would take the time to write an ode to their firstborn, exalting all of their praises and pride for the world to see. But since when God was handing out Sappy, I heard NAPPY and went and got in the line for this curly ass red hair, he doesn't get shit. That, and the fact is, I am still in denial about how close he is to the legal driving age...and all the other legal ages that follow. Suffice it to say that I am most proud of the fact that he seems very grounded, together and wise beyond his years. Certainly, leaps and bounds past where I was at his age.


Anonymous Miss Britt said...

Awwwwwww - that last part totally qualifies as sappy.

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