So here it is. The very day that my baby boy turns into…a real, live grown-up.
Of course he’s been great big and quite grown for a long time–but the adult-thing is official now.
So I guess he can go to the theater on the other side of the world, without his mother if he wants to. Ha. Look at that poor little Russian lady sitting behind those two American grizzly bears. She should get her money back, cause she’s gonna miss this one unless she changes her seat!
Oh, he’s a good, happy boy and I love him so much. It’s been a million years since he left and to be quite honest, I’m missing him dreadfully. He’s doing a wonderful job over there in Siberia, but the best news is that on his next birthday, he will be back home at last.
Trust me, I’m counting down the days!
Happy 21st Birthday my sweet, silly far, far away boy. Be well. Be safe. Be happy.
We love you and miss you more that you’ll ever know.