Today my oldest son, my baby, turns 18.  I am going through a roller coaster ride of emotions today.  Mostly though I am sad.  Sad that he is grown up, sad that he will be leaving for college soon, sad that my baby is no longer my baby.  I was feeling so sentimental typing up a post for facebook today.  I got teary-eyed and my heart came up my throat when I got to thinking about my little boy.  18 years?  Where has the time gone?  I remember him as a baby, with his funny cry and his big brown eyes.  I remember his first words “Burger King”.  I remember his first steps in Daly City, he was 2 weeks away from his first birthday and he just got up and ran!  I remember potty training, and the one thing that worked for him (he pee’d in his bed and did not like the feeling of being wet, so he didn’t do it again).  I remember his animosity for dirt, mud, wetness, and stickiness.  This boy was not your typical little boy.  He hated being dirty.  If he got something on his hands for feet, he would have a meltdown.  “Mommy! Mommy!” giving me his hand or offending appendage that had something undesirable on it.  “Get it off!”  Haha.  He was a character.  He memorized his bible verses astonishingly quick and was talking very well for a boy so little.  He is a nerd.  Just like his mama.  Eighteen years. 

I feel honored to have such a great kid.  People tell me how great of a job we did as parents in raising him.  To be honest, I don’t like taking all the credit for that.  Tyler is a little bit of me and a little bit of his daddy, but mostly he is what God made him.  A perfect mix of a person to be our oldest son.  I give God all that credit.

Tonight we will be surprising him with a little get together at Dave and Busters.  I will try to post pics of that later.  We bought him a fancy watch and will be loving on him extra today.

Happy Birthday, Tylerbug! I love you to the moon and back.