13? There is no way you are 13. Look at this roly poly baby in the cute little beach hat. Is that really you? I guess it must be. I look at that picture and I know that's my son, however, I I look at you now and there is no more baby fat, in fact, there are no more baby teeth either. Your voice has changed (when you called me the other day I thought you were Alex), you have body hair growing out of your arm pits and you are taller than me. When did all this happen? One day you were running around the house in Spider Man undies and now suddenly I’m washing boxer briefs. At some point you traded your sharp clothes, teddy bear and Star Wars light saber in for skinny jeans, a skateboard and a hockey stick. When did you start preferring YouTube and Facebook over Barney and Blues Clues? I mean, I know it happened and I know I must have been there when it did… I’m just having a difficult time pinpointing the precise moment. It all seams like a blur, or maybe it was some of that body odor that warped my brain (going without clean oxygen for prolonged periods of time has to take its toll).
You don't know this but I really look forward to talking to you after school every day. Do you know why? Because you always say something that makes me smile. I am looking forward to all that is in store for you in the future and I plan to be right there cheering you on. You are an amazing, intelligent and thoughtful kid and I am so proud to be your mom. Happy Birthday Jacob!
Love, Mom
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