Dill Pickles

It's unbelievable to me, but my baby boy turns 13 today. It's hard to believe that 13 years ago from this moment, I wasn't even a mom yet. I was in the hospital getting ready to become one, but the difference in who I was at that moment and who I was when he was born were so drastic. From the minute he was put in my arms, it was like I was born too. He defined me. It was because of him, that I became a mom, that I learned what real love is.

He's an amazing kid. He's so smart, it blows my mind sometimes. It comes so easily for him too. He doesn't even have to try. He's compassionate. He holds so much love in his heart for everyone he cares about. Don't cross him or anyone he loves, or he'll never forgive you. You don't get second chances with Dylan. He wears his heart on his sleeve.

What makes me sad about the fact that he's turning 13 is that I know how fast he teen years go and how much changes is such a short amount of time. He's going to go from being my little man to being a real man in such a blink of an eye. I am trying to take more time to cherish moments with him because it won't belong before those moments are so few and far between that I will miss them more than ever.

He's such a great kid, and I wish I could take more credit in how well he's turning out, but to be honest I'm baffled by it. He's smart, well-behaved, polite, caring, honest to a fault, imaginative, and creative. He's also moody, mouthy, messy, and obsessive - all traits inherited by yours truly. So, how can I fault him for that?

Happy birthday Dylan David Rogers!!